I don't believe the perfect ride has to necessarily be within a planned ride with end points, and yesterday I was reminded of that.

One wouldn't expect a short ride in urban surroundings to have the makings of a pleasant ride but it did yesterday, and it felt like I had been transported into the twighlight zone.

A few minutes after wheels up I had the wind and the sun to my back. The sound of my own engine and the music I was playing, one of my favorite all time albums btw, gently but firmly pushed all the extraneous traffic noises and interruptions to the background. A perfect bubble with the B purring low and easy.

It lasted about 15 minutes but that 15 minutes on the best bike ever confirmed to me at least, why I can never quit motorcycles let alone give this one up.