Baking, dancing, riding, not all at once

Back on the motorbike again after an enforced winter break with the following observations:

• Motorbikes rock.
• Hailstones fucking sting.
• Getting back on the bike is like… falling off a bike.
• As soon as another biker acknowledges you, life is sweet.
• The road suddenly holds ten times more danger than when in a car, what with slippery white paint, road snakes, tram tracks etc.
• The rest of traffic comes to  stop as you slice past, smooth as buttah.
• Drivers don’t concentrate.
• Drivers have their own definition of  ’sharing the road’.
• Drivers get very competitive.
• Being on two-wheels makes me a  traveling target.
• When cars come up close and travel neck-to-neck with me, even though I’m speeding to get away from them, they may not be trying to be bastards. They might actually be trying to see if that’s REALLY a Pure Blonde beer bottle being used as a coolant tank.
• The weather may be shocking, but at least you’re not in a cage, and therefore life, as you know it, is good.

I’m just going to miss being able to show up to swing events all prettied up!