Stradle her at the stop light. She purrs and waits for you waiting for the light to change. There is no one around, no one to call you on your misbehaviour. Feel the satisfaction of immorality sink in, "It's O.K., it's great!"

In anticipation, the opposing light turns amber. Gears check: O.K. No traffic coming...

The world ceases to exist, and all that is exists in front of you: a yellow line, a spedometer ever-climbing, and miles of road beyond. If only the beat of the heart could keep up with the racing of the sound, but at this pace, nothing can keep up.

Throw your weight at the corner. Disregard concerns for the ability to keep upright. Objects in motion want to stay in motion, and so you will stay upright. Push it harder, and harder. Lean deeper. Drive faster.

You might decide, somewhere over that hill is a place worth visiting. There is a shop, or a restaurant, or a funny billboard--any place will do. Come to a stop, put both feet on the ground, and breathe. Really breathe. Take time to absorb the thrill, take time to consider the feat accomplished.

Somewhere between here and $10 for 300 kilometres of great riding, the understanding sinks in: life is short. Arrive safely, arrive in style. Enjoy the ride.