I used to hate motorcyles. I hated the way they conveniently pass through sidewalks or get in between cars. I hated their sudden movement and the way their engine sounds. I hated how they easily overcome bumper to bumper situations, while others are stuck in hell, that is EDSA. It was not until my boyfriend bought a motorcyle that my view changed. It took him 3 months to decide which model to buy. Throughout that period, we have scrambled Metro Manila to find the perfect fit. (On a separate note, it’s weird how guys take 5 minutes to find a t-shirt but takes forever to buy an automobile). Anyway, we…