Well, commuting is off of the table. The red mist starts the second someone gets in my way. I find it easier to be mature in the cage, likely because it doesn't have the same power to weight ratio and doesn't fit between two rows of traffic
So that leaves the Sunday morning with the guys... Problem is our used to be back road twisty heaven has been high-jacked by pirates traveling in lemming packs and sport bike groups running the speed of the newest member wobbling behind on the Gladius. There has also been a rash of motorcycle accidents lately on my favourite bits, including one death, and a head on between two bikes a few weeks back. Police presence has increased...
I did get in a joyous ride on some hardpack last weekend,(thanks to a detour because of a closed bridge), with some beautiful views and smells. One particularly twisty bit of high crowned white gravel road, packed almost as hard as asphalt permitted drifting on the outside corners and a crown that could be used like a berm on inside corners. Enough traction that the bike would wheelie between the corners Waiting at intersections for my Buell riding friend to catch up gave me some time to enjoy the fall colours and fresh cool air. Made a nice change to what is slowly turning into a Sunday pub run rather than a Sunday blast.