It’s there. Right now. Outside. I can see it standing there from here. There’s nothing to stop me from going out on it now, except another one of these infernal deadlines.
And the fact that the kettle’s nearly boiled. It is a motorcycle – my first ‘big’ bike for nearly a decade and my first bike in two years to not be in several project pieces. I feel like I did when I passed my driving test: liberated, able. By gum, motorcycles are brilliant. By God, they’re dangerous. But by gum, they’re brilliant.
I picked it up two days ago. More on it in a minute. The first ride? Initially suburban, then A-road, then motorway, it goes thus…
My word, I’d forgotten the feeling of vulnerability. Cars are big. Trucks are huge. Are they all driven by idiots? Have they seen me? A 50mph dual carriageway feels lively. I’m sure people pay less attention than they did a decade ago. Maybe it’s just me.
Relax. Lordy, the bike’s responsive. It is not a fast bike, but the acceleration is instant. Ditto steering response and braking. Your body moves, the bike responds. No car, no kart, no machine with more than two wheels does that.
Other things you remember? It’s a brilliant place to think. No radio, no distractions, just sights, sounds, smells.