On city streets, the sun can create such flat light near dawn or dusk that pavement markings and tar snakes blend together. Lanes are gone, rumble bumps are invisible; it all becomes a big sheet of gold. First time I came around a corner and saw that, I lost all interest in velocity or twisty curves. Every now and then the itch comes up for speed. On certain roads I can scratch that itch, but the need is rare. Other than those rare occasions, even on the freeway, I keep to no more than 5 over. It's a public street, not a track, and conditions change block to block.
When I graduate to a different bike, and I know I will at some point, my feelings won't change. I prefer my skin where it is, and track days exist for a reason.
Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots.
As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen