Anyone who knows me well â actually, anyone who knows me at all â is aware that there are two avoidable hardships that I do not tolerate willingly: early mornings, and cold temperatures. Subjected to either of these; even I donât want to hang around me. But life has a way of letting you know youâre smitten without saying a thing. On a motorcycle, this warm weather night owl doesnât notice the frosty air at dawn. Okay, thatâs an exaggeration: Iâll notice and Iâd rather not, but it doesnât break my stride.
The first time I felt the rush of the ride I was 15, sitting pillion behind my dad on the winding roads of a Greek island. But itâs easy to understand how scenic views, perfect temperatures, and the promise of a mid-afternoon beach nap could sweeten any experience. Itâs when youâre still smiling after hours of riding headlong into tiny daggers of icy precipitation, soaked to the core, fingers barely registering the controls. Thatâs when you know youâve been won over.
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