Biking pleasure - turning the key and after the momentary nervous fear that the grips have flattened the battery, comes that perfect moment when the needles and digits spring to life......ahhh just me and the bike and a couple of hours doing what comes naturally. When I return and park safely in the garage, the silence is punctuated only by sporadic ticks and gentle sounds to remind me that after our ride all is well in V-Twin land . Funny, I never get these feelings about the car - just get in, drive the bloody thing, get out , lock it and go in. But then cars don't have souls...well I once had an MG Midget that did but it was British Racing Green, had bucket seats and twin carbs.
