Did anyone else get the urge to make their morning commute last all day? Riding into the city this morning - blue sky, crisp and cool conditions but not really cold, sun shining, drivers checking their mirrors and indicating... One of those mornings where things just go well. Bopping along the freeway, happily playing time-and-space games with the cars and trucks, having a good time. Then a guy on a GSX-R gives me a little perspective by playing the same games at a much higher level, slipping through the traffic at least 20 klicks quicker than me. But he's neat and safe. He's doing it in his comfort zone, I'm doing it in mine. It's all good. "It's all good" - that's what the bloke on the Hayabusa said to me at a red light one night last week when I asked him what it was like riding it in the pissing down rain. Sure is.