My beastly car with the fantastic air conditioning was languishing at home, while I rode around on the motorcycle form of the demonic nightstallion that had chosen me as his rider. In his horse form he had a black hide, a flaming mane, tail, and feathering on his legs, and fangs. Damn horse was not an herbivore. And he threw a fit any time I tried to get into my car. Nope, I was now cruising in style on a Harley.
