Sometimes for me it is the excitement of pulling into my driveway after a good long ride and saying to myself, "Yep, I made it home alive, again"!
When I continually hear of those who have had bike accidents, many times not the bikers fault, the fact how dangerous it can be hits home.
I'm not about to park my bike but once in a while I wonder if it wouldn't be safer to take up bull riding. Maybe that is why riding is so exhilarating? My senses are all tuned into what is going on around me, both the good and bad.
Lights seem brighter, smells seem stronger (sometimes too strong), temperatures are more extreme as we don't have a heater or air-conditioning, the dark is blacker and the eyes in the ditches are scarier.
I'm not thinking about what a rotten day I had at work or why the wife is mad at me or what the kids are getting into, I'm thinking about riding, enjoying it and getting home in one piece to ride again the next time.
