My bike came in today, and I feel about 8 years old again: all the memories of Lil'Yellowjacket learning to ride a bicycle at a foster kids camp down in Sorrento. Now bigger Yellowjacket is tearing around the north with a shit-eating grin on his face at the impressive speed of 50km an hour, occasionally and accidentally hitting his horn when trying to change indicators. My early riding is extremely conservative in scope, currently limited to my street and around the block. This is my first automotive licence - I don't drive a car - so I'm pretty happy to take my time, get used to the machine, get used to moving through traffic on something bigger and faster than my Trek. Here's to serving my fluro vest sentence, and to many years of happy riding!