I love sitting at the front of the queue at the lights where the Gt Nth Rd SH16 entry 270deg sweeper. I love seeing the sneer on the face of the red holden commodore driver on one side and the subaru WRX driver on the other as they rev their engines.
And I love hitting the start of the corner and not being to even see them in my mirrors anymore, and without even trying hard.
Childish I know.
But my all-time childish Gold moment was having some old idiot in a 911 turbo blip his throttle and laugh at me at a lights when I was on a 50cc scooter. And then to stall as I cruised away. And then to power past me a minute later accelerating to about 90ks in a 50 zone, and then brake frenziedly as he saw a cop car and I cruised by again.
Oh how I laughed.
Motorcycle songlist:
Best blast soundtrack:Born to be wild (Steppenwolf)
Best sunny ride: Runnin' down a dream (Tom Petty)
Don't want to hear ...: Slip, slidin' away, Caught by the Fuzz or Bam Thwok!(Paul Simon/Supergrass/The Pixies)
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