Usually I look forward to riding my motorcycle. Whether it’s the short 2 minute ride to work, or a longer ride just for the sake of a ride, I look forward to climbing on and navigating the streets. But for the last week or so I’ve been opting to drive. I’m too distracted with hard timelines. It throws off my concentration. I guess I don’t like to ride when riding is a distraction from something else.
But I rode the Guzzi to work today. No Labor Day barbecue or relaxation. I have to prepare posters for a conference coming up later in the week. I know I have to hate it before I can enjoy it.
For the first time this summer, the air was cool. So cool that I donned my heavy leather jacket instead of the mesh jacket I’ve been wearing for the last 6 months. As I waited for the elevator at 2 AM, on the way out of the building I had a feeling of another time. The heavy leather had me thinking that I would be riding my motorcycle across the bay bridge, which would refresh me no matter how tired I was. Instead I rode through the university down suburban, tree-lined Rockhill Ave, all alone. Not a soul around. No activity. Just cool night air, 62 degrees.
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