redbike is like the fading sound of a trombone playing a sharp eleven at the end of a real cooker; it's like walking past a yard where a bar-b-que is under way on a summer evening; it's the itch in the sole of your foot that's too deep to scratch; it's the colour "celeste"; what kind of dog is that?; it's an air-cooled, pushrod v-twin; it doesn't drop it's leaves in the autumn; the name is bike; RED bike; it's a hip flask in November; it just invited itself over to your place for dinner; it can't run a 4 minute mile; it's a legend in its own mind; one time, it was just riding along,when...