The one where it all "clicked" into place

[RoadToad84]

Nothing out of the ordinary about my last ride home from work. Finished at 8pm, roads were pretty quiet, and it was dry and mild. Could've taken the long way home, but after 12 hours behind the wheel of my bus, all I wanted was to get home and into my PJs in front of the fire.

The Himi sparked up first prod of the starter, I'm less wary now after 2 months since having the fuel pump replaced.

Clear skies and clear roads left me feeling like the only person on earth, and I fell into a happy rhythm with the bike, chasing my headlight round the few bends on the 7 mile ride home, the engine was singing as sweet as it ever can, with the usual side order of valve clacking and the buzzy rattle of various fasteners struggling to stay attached to the bike, and I felt truly in harmony with the machine. Barely any input needed to get it to go where I wanted, bumps soaked up, even the glare from the clocks didn't bother me too much.

I pulled up at home almost wishing I lived further away, and it was with some reluctance that I locked her up and popped the cover back on.

Had a further bonding sesh the next day with a bucket and sponge, and elected to use the bike again today for my usual 5:30am Monday commute.

So glad I bought this little bike. It's all I could want, and then some.

 

[Woodstock]

Nothing out of the ordinary about my last ride home from work. Finished at 8pm, roads were pretty quiet, and it was dry and mild. Could've taken the long way home, but after 12 hours behind the wheel of my bus, all I wanted was to get home and into my PJs in front of the fire.

The Himi sparked up first prod of the starter, I'm less wary now after 2 months since having the fuel pump replaced.

Clear skies and clear roads left me feeling like the only person on earth, and I fell into a happy rhythm with the bike, chasing my headlight round the few bends on the 7 mile ride home, the engine was singing as sweet as it ever can, with the usual side order of valve clacking and the buzzy rattle of various fasteners struggling to stay attached to the bike, and I felt truly in harmony with the machine. Barely any input needed to get it to go where I wanted, bumps soaked up, even the glare from the clocks didn't bother me too much.

I pulled up at home almost wishing I lived further away, and it was with some reluctance that I locked her up and popped the cover back on.

Had a further bonding sesh the next day with a bucket and sponge, and elected to use the bike again today for my usual 5:30am Monday commute.

So glad I bought this little bike. It's all I could want, and then some.

Yeah, I hear you. I can do miles on a motorcycle and be peeved I have arrived. I drive the truck and mostly can't wait to get there. I believe most of us feel that way.

 

[DaddyJack]

Exactly. Had a 10 MPG pickup, decided to ride the bike to work to save money. Problem was, the 2 1/2 mile trip home in the pickup was about 80 miles on the bike. Cost more in gas but I arrived home smoothed out instead of bulled up.

 

[CiscoGoodDog]

I pulled up at home almost wishing I lived further away

It's usually the quick way to work, but always the long way home ;-)

 

[Turbofurball]

Sounds like you got in the right zone for your bike, on a good day that's exactly how I feel about my commute too

 

[Clogboy]

A good ride can more than make up for a bad day. Only a few times I wished I got home sooner, all of them were a consequence of improper technique or improper gear. But more often my ride has been cut short by commitments at home. I've been racing the rain, riding the wind and chasing those sunsets with many smiles on my bearded face.