The way some things just happen to happen, you know that there’s only one thing you can do, only one thing you will do.

Usually I ride my bicycle to work, but today, well, maybe today needed to be a motorcycle day?

I woke up with just enough time (even after shaving). Somehow, all the morning’s pre-commute gatherings and doings went a little faster than usual. The weather was cool, but dry, and there would be beautiful morning sun.

And, above all, I really needed it. I needed the chatter of the valves, the growl of the engine (well, maybe not quite a growl, but humor me), the rush of wind.

Soon I was on Sveta, and the green Patrol hit the highway, took me over a rise so I could see the sun rising over the Coburg hills to the east, took me to work with a big ol’ grin on my face.

The day stayed overcast and cool, but I brightened up. All I needed was a motorcycle ride.