This weeks LBC post comes from Dame Quixote - aka Padmum.
I haven't enjoyed recreational driving much since my time in Hawaii when my only means of transport - rain or shine - was my Suzuki 550.
In spite of enormous volumes of traffic riding the highways and back roads on Oahu was a pleasure. The bike made avoiding road hogs relatively easy, I recall hitting the north shore on the day the big waves hit - parking in the lot above Waimea Bay with a shave ice from Matsumotos and just watching in awe as the waves crashed. Then there wqs the sail plane beach - where glider pilots buzed the beach while learning to fly.
Since those halcyon days driving has been merely perfunctory - simply getting from point A to point B. Since I grew up in the SF Bay Area heavy traffic was the norm and so it never bothered me much. When I rode my bike I road under the assumption I had a massive target on my back and everyone was out to get me - I was the ultimate defensive driver. The net result of that was in all my years of motorcycle riding I have never laid one down or been hit.
I was recently thinking of investing the money on a newer, bigger model to get around in my retirement -
It's approximately 3 times the engine size of my 550 and would make me - on size alone - a road hog. Then again, perhaps karmic entanglements over the years have used up my riding luck. Decisions, decisions.
Regrdless, road hogs are not something I worry about. There are far too many important things with which to occupy my mind. Now I think I'll ee what the other LBC folk have to say on this subject.