Had a major attack of Hoon-itis today coming home from work. Wasn't in a great mood, just wanted that feeling of freedom from the drudge. Everything was perfect nailing every split and corner, pulling up at the last minute engine's roarin'. Got to the front door in record time and SMASH ... into the front gutter. Brake lever's bent and I couldn't ride for the life of me afterwards. (video and dinner) How does everyone stop themselves, when you are in the rythm of a perfect ride and loving it, but knowing your behaving like an idiot?