This morning, as Andreas drove me to work, we were behind a motorcycle. I couldn’t tell what brand it was, but it was definitely a Japanese crotch-rocket sort. And it was yellow. And it had two built-in matching yellow hardshell saddlebags, which Andreas noted looked like tumors.

“You know that shade?” I mused, “That’s a yellow that says ‘Hi, I’m a weatherproof walkman.’”