Moto Journal: first commute
It was awesome. It was magical. It was invigorating. It was the most nerve-racking twenty minutes of my life to date. But most amazing of all, it felt totally natural. I finally felt ready to wrap up all the practicing for a while and actually ride somewhere today. To work. On an honest-to-G-d Houston freeway, at speeds up to about 75mph, with actual other cars going the same damned speed to keep me company. And this crazy thing happened: I got where I meant to go with no trouble whatsoever. No cars not seeing me and trying to occupy my point in space (point of fact everyone was more than courteous to me in their driving), no crashing or sliding at freeway speeds. No organ donation. Just the most invigorating and pleasant commute to work I’ve ever had. It even felt like it went by faster than in a car, even though I averaged my normal speeds. Even the curves – bane of my motorcycle existence up to now – seemed to just fly by naturally. I was one with the bike, on...