There's a reason why he rode a motorcycle, too. Bike loaded onto Ferry to Martha's Vineyard after a cold/wet ride from Boston: Home for the week. Nothing succeeds like excess. I'm not quite sure how many rooms are in the house yet. But there are at least 7 more than I need. I am happy. I am alone. It is quiet. And if I can go a week without crashing in the soft "front-tire-sucking" peastone driveway it will be a miracle.