Knight Rider...A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...who does not exist...

Now, I realize I may be scaring many potential buddies away with this post, but it has to be known. When I was 4 years old I had a crush on Michael Knight. As you can see from the picture I've posted, these were his best years - note the bushy semi-mullet, the demurely open shirt exhibiting just the appropriate amount of chest hair, the fact that he is at ease because he is resting upon his partner in crime. You can almost smell the cheap cologne wafting off the page in a golden mist that winds its way to caress your nose.....

Mind you, I've been taunted often and with great zeal because of my childhood obsession. I was reminded of this when a friend sent me an embarassingly lame calendar that David (Hasselhoff for those who don't know - but I just don't see how that's possible) insisted upon posing in a bikini and also sans clothing with sharpei puppies provided for discretion (why sharpei puppies???!!). OK, I can't talk about this any further, its getting too embarassing, but hey if I'm gonna be posting about daily life, this is something you should know about. You've been warned............