Rode the Bonneville on Saturday afternoon, it was the first time I actually went around the street on a motorcycle for about 6 months. It was also the first time I’d ever been around with just a T shirt, I finally understood what Andre has been talking about. I felt a smooth relaxing and therapeutic sensation around me, the air hitting my chest and flowing into my shirt lifting it up as I fly down the road. In the back of my head I was cautious, one accident and I am toast. The danger just brought out more thrill and excitement in the ride, I loved it. 

The noise that came out of the Bonne was gorgeous, my wrist was addicted to making her roar over and over. I took a turn that lead to a tunnel under Long Beach Airport, kicked the bike into 2nd gear and twisted the throttle. I was might have been obnoxious, but I appreciated the sound. It wasn't just a ruckus noise, it had definition, a tone that evoked feeling and passion. 

All the sensations that I felt came rushing at once, it was a worth it. I don’t need this experience to live my life, but every second I am riding makes it that much better.