You don't have to be going anywhere
when you ride a motorbike.
Because riding is the destination.
So, crack of dawn, I'll be out there again tomorrow*, God-willing.
Because I can.
Because it might be the last time I can.
Every ride is precious.
What a lucky guy.
* The White Knight had its maiden voyage today. A daybreak run to Yanchep and back. Even then I didn't want to get off. Gobs of torque whether in 2nd at 5kmh or 5th at 80kmh. A big, fat, beautiful beast that shimmies, shakes and vibrates just like a classic motorcycle should. You can see where this is heading, can't you? Harley Town. Just don't mention the war. I did once, but I think I got away with it.