Went for a 6-hour motorcycle ride yesterday in the North Georgia mountains with a good friend. Left at 6:10AM, still dark. Met up with him at the beginning of the ride about an hour later, watched the sun come up as he geared up. Let him lead, which worked out well, since he strung together a bunch of roads we’d both ridden before into a good route. Pace was relaxed in places, quick in others. Little traffic, and the only cops we saw on the route had pulled over a couple kids in a 350Z. Didn’t stop much, but didn’t need or want to.
Perfect weather, great roads,no cops, good friend. Felt like I had my motorcycle mojo back.