I just had one of those "this is the reason I ride motorcycles' moments.
Back in my late teens, and early twenties I would be up late at night, trying to sleep on a hot, humid night thinking to myself how awesome it would be to go out to the driveway, and cool off with a little ride on a shiney crotch rocket. Then come home after a lot of cool rushing air and sleep like a baby.
Well tonight was one of those nights, where the bedroom was a little to warm, and the outside a whole lot cooler. I crept into the garage, slipped on the gear, grabbed the keys, and tried to open and close the garage door ever so quietly, as to not wake up, my wife. Then push the bike down the alley a bit to start it up away from the house.
Now out on the highway, and of to some deserted backroads through Pitt Meadows I come near the gate entrance to Pitt Lake, park off to the side of the road, and cut the engine. its just me, my machine, and the ever looming morning light approaching over the mountains, other than that no lights, no sounds, and the feeling of being in a vast open space void of the crap daily life brings. How invigorating this feeling is. I cant decribe how I feel being out there with no one else on the road, the smell of cool fresh breeze, the fragrance of trees at 50 km/h, and that never ending cool feeling I have riding on to wheels. It makes me realize that I truly enjoy riding motorcycles. Not just for the speed, or the handleing, but for the never ending rewards of being on 2 wheels.
the ride home was fun, cause it kinda gave me that "breakin the rules" feeling as I pulled into the driveway, cut the engine and lights, and creaked open that garage door to quietly push my bike back into its resting spot. Now I am about to creep back into bed, and sleep like a baby like I always dreamed of doing. Its like I have been out creepin for a quicky with my mistress, and I guess I sort of did But I know my Mistress will never say a word
and happy ride'n folks