I had the most fantastic drive tonight. My recent fascination with motorcycles has made me appreciate the bond between man and machine. It’s my car’s lack of features that makes me both hate and love it. I feel closer to the road in my ’88 Hyundai Excel then any fancy German car.

On the ride home from work today I magically hit all the green lights and rode in gaps in the traffic. I felt in-touch with the road as I never had before. Nothing mattered to me but the ride itself. Turning and shifting was an after-thought yet they were artfully, and flawlessly performed.

I can’t wait until I can ride a motorcycle, and perhaps own one.