I’m at the coffee shop again today. Though I’m not feeling like a poser today, I’ve been commuting to work on the bike for the last week and a half. Today when I got home a bit early I decided that I would go down to the coffee shop so I could get some work done on.. well this. I quickly dropped off my work stuff and checked on that cat and headed back out, it was as I headed out to the garage that I realized that there is something different about getting on the bike to go somewhere besides work or home. Something special.
It seems a bit silly really, since I’m just riding a couple of miles, and it’s someplace I go all the time anyway.
I think the main reason it seems special might be that I really do enjoy riding a motorcycle. Seriously, I really like it. (I suppose that this is not surprising to any of you. Even if you don’t know me personally, you’re probably not shocked by this. I write a motorcycle blog… of course I really like it.) So just the fact that I’m going anywhere on the bike is awesome. Even if it’s just down to the coffee shop so I can write my blog.
(I’ve also reached a low, I’m writing a blog about writing a blog… That’s not ironic by the way, it’s lame. However, it’s too late now. I’ve started this and I haven’t had time this week to write anything else so here you are.)
Maybe this feeling isn’t universal, but as I walk up to my bike I can feel the anticipation start, and as I gear up it builds. The first moment I let out the clutch and twist the throttle is always a treat. I guess I’m always looking forward to the ride, no matter how short.