Tonight, I decided I'd go for a ride for a few hours. I had no real idea where I was going to end up or what I would do when I got there but I didn't care. I just wanted to be on my bike. After riding for about an hour or so, I see a single headlight approaching from behind. Recognising another rider I slow down enough for him to catch up. He rides by and gives me the thumbs up and we exchange pleasantries at the next set of lights. I'm on my way home and I find the rider is going in the same direction. He has a ZX-2R and by the looks of it, he knows how to ride. Anyway, a few k's down the road he puts his indicator on and motions for me to stop. We turn our bikes off and have a chat for a few minutes. The blokes name is Danny and he seems like a pretty agreeable fella. He asks if I'd like to go for a ride around the local hot spots and I am more than happy to go for a cruise. We go for a ride out to Terrigal beach and have a bit of a chat before heading back the way we came. We stop at his house and exchange numbers, and then I'm on my way again. This sort of camaraderie is something I had no idea about. I've only had my bike license for a month and if someone had told me about this facet of riding before that, I would have scoffed and assumed it was someones overblown romantic notion of some bygone golden age. Makes me wish I got my license years ago.