Motorcycle...is like a woman

I just finished reading this book called "Poets, Priests, and Prostitutes"...
it's written by my Assistant Boarding Master, Colin Cheong...
the story is quite nice altough I prefer his other book "The Stolen Child"...
but like always...he put some philosophical writing in it...and that makes me interested...
let me quote you a part of this bok...

"Motorcycle," he would say eventually, "is like a woman."
"How?"
"I got friends, they don't take care of their wives, their wives leave them, sleep with other men."
His voice would be distant, as if he were describing the working of a carburettor.
"Let them alone, and they hurt you, just like motorcycle you don't look after."
There would be a long silence, sometimes broken by the revving of the Triumph's twin.
"But this is where motorcycles and women not the same, son."
I never spoke at this point. I would let him say whatever he had to because I knew he had to say it, young as I was then.
"You see, boy, when you treat your motorcycle good, she treats you good right back. If you take care of her, you know you can trust her. You can predict what she will do, can rely on her. Not so for woman." He would carry on working, maybe packing his tools by now.
"no, son, not so for a woman. No matter how you take care of her, you cannot depend on her heart, not like the heart of the Triumph, four-stroke twin. No, a woman's heart is fickle. If your motorcycle kills you, it is because of something you did or did not do. But the woman, ah, how do you tell? What can you do that is right? How can you ever be sure that all has been taken care of?"

I was quite struck by this part...because I realise how true it is...at least in my 19 years of life...no matter how short it is...
think about it...