Be warned, random spiel ahead... It's been a long time since I'd regularly taken my bike home to and from home to work but recent circumstances have changed and I'm now doing ~23km each way. What I'd forgotten being stuck in a train (or other modes of transport) was the fun of bike spotting during one's commute. Such an amazing assortment of bikes. Big bigs, small bikes in every colour. What even more fun is trying to keep up with other rides travelling in the same direction, leapfrogging each other while lane filtering or at the short clear runs without traffic. This is what keeps me entertained during my daily commute (and an NPR podcast on my iPhone). Today, I came to the boomgate of the car park at work (from the very bottom - the designated motorcycle spots is in the depths of hell itself... 14 ramps from the ground level!) and a CBR250 comes up from behind me and goes around the boomgate. (I guess it had never occurred to me to just disregard the boomgate but if my workplace was good enough to provide bike parking, may as well do as well use the pass they provide.) This guy can lane split! He was zipping along behind every gap and breakaway car he could find. It was tricky behind my larger bike but I was behind him all the way from the CBD (Sydney) to Glebe Pt Road. Anyway, the reason I was posting was because of this one bike I'd spotted while I was trying to catch up w/ the CBR. From Market St, where you go under Darling Park and out onto the ANZAC Bridge, I spotted this rather slim female rider on a big black bike that I was not quick enough to recognise. Likely because I was too busy gawking at her: redish flowing hair from out of the bottom of the helmet, and clad in an all black Dainese one-piece. She got stuck behind me after I changed into her lane and she was revving behind me while I waited for a gap to filter. Once we got it, she was off! Couldn't even get a glimpse from her upside down barend mirrors. So my random spiel comes to an end... and I'll close with this... when I was young and single and constantly on the prowl for the fairer gender, there were days where I'd chance upon a stunning lady, or even a pretty girl wearing a shirt of a band I like, or a girl who just had something about her... and I'm instantly smitten. Well it can also happen on a bike. I feel young again.