Throw on the riding gear and suddenly my step lightens. Insert the key and fire up the trusty GSA, a smile breaks my frown. Suddenly I'm on the road. It's cool. The cloud cover is light. The sun is ponderously creeping up to the horizon.
Wondrously I think how good it is to be a motorcyclist. Freedom flowing all around me, through my veins, cylinders throbbing reliably, knowing I can ride to the far corners of the earth, today if I choose...
Peering into the distance, I can see our town, well, city now, there are 2.5 million of us here as of last month. The sun bronzing the glass skyscrapers, our city glows.
As we, my bike and I, approach our Swan river, looking east, the sun explodes colour through the silhouettes.





Switching my view west, a rainbow reaches to the heavens.


Is this some sort of spiritual plane I've merged onto? The colours of our city, the sky, the river... How did I get here?
Then finally it's onto Vic Park, reverse into the bay in front of 'Cats'. Those familiar faces keep arriving. They're all smiling too.
Funny, if you're in a BMW Club, it's cool to have a Yamaha! Well at least a short fat one with tyres off a front end loader. But there you go, that sets the scene for another question mark. Are we riding out today?


So there you have it, that'll be why I get out of bed and ride out to brekky on a Sunday morning