It's been a cool but sunny weekend, and the roads were dry - there was a gentle breeze and not too much traffic on the roads. The bike was running superbly, and I had one of those experiences where you feel part of the bike, as if you could do anything. You need to get life into perpective from time to time, forget your bias and your differences and celebrate that we know something that many motorists will never know or experience. Isn't biking just simply stunning? Memories are made of rides and days like these, and I felt a kinship with other riders that non-bikers will simply never understand. Dare I say it, but it gets better as you get older. Other things start taking your life and your time, and your stolen rides on the bike just get more and more valuable. You don't neccessarily become a better rider, but you become more thoughtful, and you appreciate it all the more. Ah, you lucky, lucky bastards.