It's a drab dreary day down in the capital. The traffic was awful riding through Newland and down the Gorge. (Good fun chasing the GSXR400 that went past me down from Newlands though).My bike's parked up covered in road crap from following a semi down the Hutt M/Way. Cleaning time tonight. It's time to spend all day in front of the pc.
The kind of day that makes you wonder why you commute on/ride a bike. Which I did as I put my disc lock on and took my helmet off.
I think I ride because it make me scared enough to feel alive. Perhaps that sound strange but I just can't put it any other way. Even now it's still makes me feel 'nervy'(in a good way) pulling on my helmet and gloves every time time I ride.
I'm still a bit edgy after my off last November, and I was actually bl@#$y scared the first time I got back on the new bike (after the swelling had gone down enough in my left hand, and the holes in right hand from my pins had closed over enough to fit my loosest gloves on). But that five minute ride around the burbs was just magic.
Of course riding is probably the closest you can getting to flying while still being on terra firma, and all the rest of it, but I still think it's the way that it scares me enough and seems to heighten all the senses that keeps me on two wheels.
Enough of this mindless drivel from an old man. What makes you ride?
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