I just felt like...

...going out for a ride. It was cold outside but it didn't stop me from getting my motorbike rolling again. It had been a quite long time since I last rode it. It was dinner time, so I'd be going out looking for something to eat. I thought about crossing the street but I'd rather leave the mall for some other time. "- I'll go to the canteen down the block." - I thought while I was going down to the garage, by the lift. But hey. Listen to my motor purr :) There's no such thing as cold when you live to ride, when you ride to live. From across the street to down the block I kept runnin' to the other side of the river. I almost froze while crossing the bridge. I bet my fingertips were screamin' at me but I didn't listen because of the gloves that, curiously, got amazingly thin. I was thinking of eating out on the nearest place possible, I ended up at the furthest. I really should do this more often. Yes. Maybe in the summertime.