I never have figured out what was better therapy, getting inked up or riding, but they both played a tremendous part in dealing with everything. My last sport bike was a 2002 Suzuki GSXR 1000, thing was more fun then a grown up should be allowed to have. It used to bring a smile to my face everytime I went down the one freeway on ramp going to work, first gear rolling thru the corner, still leaned over and full throttle clutchless shift into second gear and it would carry it right on up into fourth, or I backed off whichever came first. I have pictures of it somewhere, but it looked like this...