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To some people my interest in fast motorcycles and sports cars
might seem a bit bourgeois — but already as a toddler I had this
incendiary
urge to throw, kick, jump, cut corners, run fast, drive fast, whatever
fast — and if it also was
delivered with snazzy style, I had no reluctance selling my soul for
it.
Okay, so I happen to be a left-hander who sprauted a lopsided right
brain, which is supposedly a bad combination — at least that was
the explanation given to my
parents
when they were puzzled by my so-called irrational and often
preposterous decisions as a kid — "Hey mommy, look, no
hands!" You can
click this link for some funny research that points to
the
existence of a so-called adventurous gene, and why they think
left-handed "right-brainers"
judge things differently.
To look at some pictures of me posing with my toys, click on the
thumbnails to the right...
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