Seventy-something balmy degrees today. Rode the Zephyr to work. Parking the old Zeph next to Soap's shiny new Triumph Speed Triple gave me the urge to give my Kawi the full ratbike treatment: Flat black Krylon everywhere, and white header paint on the downpipes.
I took the long way home.
First relaxation-type riding in over a month, and the exhilarating feeling lasts even after I get off the bike and pull off my helmet so there's room for the "w00t!" word-balloon to form in the air over my head.
That's why I ride. It always leaves me feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof.