so having lived in AZ I just had this image pop into my head - riding the Harley out in the desert and see something day-glo yellow crouched down behind a cactus and thinking to myself "self? did I just see what I Think I saw? .......nah - couldn't be!"
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"