In Praise of Quiet Pipes

[Gone in 60]

I like that too, Yata-Garasu. Coming home each day, I ride through a park (a shortcut that removes three long traffic lights), and then through the gate to my condo complex and a long winding road to my street. I move slow through the park to avoid the errant soccer balls that perpetually spit out into the road, and slow through my complex for the benefit of the neighbors. I get plenty of waves, and particularly dig little kids in strollers, straining to see the motorcycle go by. I give the kids a wave - I dunno, maybe a guy on a motorcycle is as cool as an astronaut to a little kid.