I miss riding motorcycle in the city. I still remember when I first time rode my 1972 Honda CB350F in NYC. Funny and not funny, because of the stress dealing with all kinds of insane drivers around me, I developed a serious stomach ache. Imagine, being on a small red Honda, big fat yellow cars were trying to run me over!!! (well, they were not!, but I felt they were…) So I had to pull over and went to deli to get a cup of coffee. The coffee didn’t help at all, but a little break did. Then I started ride again, well I wasn’t going anywhere, just riding around. Most of the time when I ride a motorcycle, I don’t really have any specific places in mind, just walked to a garage, kick started a motor, let it idle for a while(oh, I still do index finger check ups around my bike, signals, head light…..), rode around or I could say enjoyed operating the machine, then back to garage, and then Home.
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