I had a cool day yesterday. I did a private session in Agoura Hills. Their house rocks because it sits on the side of a mountain and overlooks the valley below. Then there is the road that leads up to the driveway. It is unreal and really makes me wish I had my motorcycle. There is a dinner at the bottom that always has hundreds of motorcycles and riders shooting the shit and getting ready to ride up the twisted pavement that leads to the top. When you get to the top there are hundreds more motorcycles on the top shooting the shit and getting ready to ride back down.
Yesterday after my session I drove farther up the road and found a wicked hairpin in the road and parked in the dirt in the middle and sat there for almost two hours. I was lost in the sound and smell of bikes racing up and down the road. This is home to me!! Two wheeled machines at the closest you can get to flying and I really miss having one.