It was a beautiful day in Auckland today, so I called up a couple of mates and we arranged to go for a quick pootle. The Kaiaua loop was the plan, but only ten minutes or so into it, I realised I simply wasn't enjoying the ride. It wasn't the conditions (no worse than usual, by which I mean the road surface was an utter disgrace) or the company; it was that I realised that I was holding licence-losing speeds round corners without actually trying that hard and it was simply no more fun than riding down the motorway to work in the mornings. Sure, I could probably go a little faster if I'd wanted ... it might have made the run a little more enjoyable, but with the bike bouncing over the corrugations in the road, I'd have run the risk of a pretty serious off.
Almost every time I go on the track, I have a great day. I don't have to worry about uneven surfaces (Jennian at Puke being the one exception), traffic, cops, gravel, diesel, pot-holes or any of the other variables you find on the roads. But riding a litre bike round the roads now seems just pointless. Quite frankly, I just don't enjoy it any more.
So I'm at a bit of a loss as to what to do. The Blade may end up being sold; keeping a six month old superbike just to commute on seems a bit daft. Maybe I'll give racing a go. Maybe just buy a run-around hack or something that might give me a bit of excitement back. A motard maybe...
But am I the only one finding that sports bikes on the road simply aren't fun any more? Or am I just a homo?
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