OK, so I know what the "sensible brigade" will tell me here...
But surely there is a change in you when you get out of your work gear (be that an overall, a suit or a uniform) and you get the leathers on and jump on the bike.
If nothing else, then at least there is a freedom that comes over you, nobody can reach you.
You might not become Captain America, Rossi or Ghost Rider. But surely there is a change?
Years ago before marriage and kids I used to go for looong rides (weeks). I just pack up the most important and take off. And I be honest, there was some Easy Rider'ish in what I did. As much as I had to get back to the grey daily thingy, for a short moment I was free. Today there is still a little of that when I jump on a bike. Even if only for a few hours. I become quite mellow actually, happy to see the world go by. No hurry.
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