The last couple of weeks of 2016 and in the first week of 2017, I forced myself to ride a motorcycle only. So one week I had the Triumph Street Twin and the next a new Triumph Tiger. One I used for a slightly longer ride for a round trip to North-East Thailand and the Tiger I commuted to work on. Both are brilliant, despite me using them the other way round. The Tiger I should have ridden to North-East Thailand for the weekend and the Street Twin for daily commuting to work. Nonetheless, both kinds of motorcycles turned out to be tremendous fun. Clearly, they showed me what I was missing and what I was gaining.
Motorcycles have always held a dear place in my heart, and I will continue to yearn to own one. When that will happen is anyone’s guess, but someday I will go down that road. This story, however, is not going to focus on that aspect of riding but what I learned from those two weeks of riding.
First off, the longer weekend ride which happened the night before Christmas. The ride was with some friends, and turned out quite nicely. All of us on the ride bonded pretty well, and it clearly showed me that I just have to get out and ride some more. And that is exactly what I tried to do the following week, hoping to start off by at least riding to work. Turns out the commute is hell, and here on I’m going to think a hundred times before I ride to work. So what happened to turn me off this bad?