Can I share one from today?
I made a friend on line who happens to have the same model motorcycle as me, he turned out to be a great guy and have become good friends.

I popped over to see him today and it was perfect, not too hot, no rain and quiet roads. So we took a blast out on our bikes, playing on twisty roads and enjoying the sensation of riding bikes quickly.

The moment came when we were riding home on the motorway, the sun was shining on us, My bike is silver and his is blue, we both had blacked out visors and the the road was almost empty. The speedo was in three figures and I was in the middle lane leading the way. He pulled up in the outside lane next to me, both riding on the tonne and for half a mile we rode like that. I looked over at him just as he looked over at me and at that moment I knew I was alive and doing something that I absolutely love. Just riding my bike with my mate. The wheels were a blur, the engine was singing and the road felt like it had been made for just us.
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Wed 11 Aug 2010, 23:00, 1 reply)

Know what you mean...
A few years ago a good friend of mine died (heart attack while watching The Simpsons, of all bloody things) but before he died we were always out riding together. He was the one who would phone at some ungodly hour demanding I get up and join him exploring some new road he'd found or insisting we go for coffee two hours away down the coast. I'm still sad he's gone and always will be, but when I think of him and the image that ALWAYS comes is him cruising along next to me at high speed on a road somewhere, grinning through the visor as happy as can be. They're brillant moments that only a motorcyclist will know, hang on to them.
( difficultchild, Wed 11 Aug 2010, 23:30, closed)