Seeing as the Melbourne weather was so nice today I decided it would be a great time to drag out the MTB. It has been some months since I have been on the tredly, infact not since I have had my motorbike license. I thought I would be able to just jump on and ride away as I used to, I was mistaken. Firstly I dressed up in all my gear (Netti all-weather jacket, Fox shy-boys, Shimano shoes etc etc). The first thing that went through my mind was how uncomfortablt it all was (this isn't cheap gear) and how I'd prefer to be wearing my DriRider kit. Then I did the brake test and jumped aboard. OWWww, crap, who swapped my seat for this broom pole! The bars were too narrow, the grips were too thin, the pedals were too far forwards, etc etc. Despite all of this I wobbled out of the garage, yes I said 'wobbled', the steering felt far too light and the rear brake did nothing to stabilise the bike at low speed, not to mention I was an extra 10ft higher in the saddle compared to the Honda. Once I gathered some speed I clipped into the cleats and rode off. The rain was coming down pretty heavily and into my eyes, so I went to drop the visor down. But there was no visor to drop down. Best efforts of non indicating trucks and sidways V8's thwarted I managed to make it to my destination. I went to lock the bike up to a pole, but the stopid bloody thing wouldn't stand still while I got the lock around the pole. Some minutes later and very very wet I went into the plaza to get what I needed. Despite all of the fun I had in the mud (oh yes there was plenty of mud and lots of it came into the shops with me) the whole thing left me wishing I took the motorbike. With great regret I feel I have to resign myself to the fact that I am now converted. I am now a motorcyclist.