Presumably because I'm always having fun on the bike, each ride out is something different and often exhilarating, but there are a couple that spring to mind...
Popping my first unintentional power wheelie on the Daytona 600 going past a guy waiting at a junction on a monkey bike!
Uttering the words "We'll only be gone about an hour" to the missus, then coming back after it had gotten dark, 3 and a half hours later!
Seeing the A6003 unwind beneath me and getting the succession of sweeping bends along it just right.
I don't have a picture of my own, but imagine this, sunlight glinting off the water whilst you're riding along and just about to tip it into an 80mph right hander...
Seeing the Peak District all around me, sometimes at quite a high speed, on the Slapper Meet earlier this year. Nice bikes, nice guys, nice roads and nice weather. A holy trinity +1!
These last two seem to have stuck in my head, the thing I remember is cresting a hill and then seeing the roads below me that I was about to ride, as well as the beautiful scenery. So I need to find more hills to make more memories like that.
Maybe one day...
