Remember when you learned to ride a two wheeler? Before you rode all over the neighborhood and got that sense of freedom, before you learned the satisfaction of fixing your own machine, before you realized this would lead to many more machines in your life and oh so many experiences, before all that it was just fun. The thrill of pedalling and going and turning. A quantum leap in pleasure. I get the same feeling every morning when I ride to work, every time I run an errand, every time I get some me time and just go for a ride to nowhere.
Don't listen to those mid-life crisis knuckleheaads when they talk about freedom of the open road. It's just fun, plain and simple. If you doubt me catch the look on a kid's face the first time that dad lets go of the back of the seat.
Scott