I frigging love riding a motorbike!
I love the driving experience, the ability to ride in the buss lane, the lane splitting and the fact that traffic isn't really a problem. I love the fact that I don't have to take the subway or the bus.
I love driving in the baking sun, wearing all black. I love driving in the pouring rain, my visor clogging up with rain, my gear all wet. I love being cold, wet but happy.
I love driving in the rain, the sun, the sleet and the wind. I love taking my bike out in spring, I love tinkering with it all through winter, I love laying plans for the bike in the autumn, I love the mending, the cleaning and the maintenance..
I love riding alone, with my friends or with random strangers I meet along the road. I love the camaraderie, the feeling of riding as one of many, or by my self.
I love the curvy roads, the long stretches of open road and highway. I love the small, picturesque country roads and the four lane motorway.
I love stopping for petrol, I love cleaning the bike. I love removing flies from my visor and dirt from my face.
I love accelerating, breaking and pulling out from stop lights. I love how the road maintenance crews in Norway leave dirt and gravel in the road. I love potholes, car drivers who fail to see me and roadworks that block my path.
I love revving the engine as I go through tunnels. I love firing her up in the parking lot. I love the sound her engine makes and rattling of the bike.
I love the contact with the surroundings, the smells of nature and traffic and the feeling you get when you hit the perfect curve.
I love the sensation of riding.
I love the smell of gasoline in the morning.. It smells of freedom.
