What a nice day for a ride...

I went in to work today on the motorcyle.
Sun was shining, leaves were turning orange and red.
Not that I could tell which was which.
Colorblind, I can't tell the difference between some shades of green and red.
At intersections, sometimes it's a little difficult to know whether to stop or go.
The roads were mostly clear of cages (AKA cars) and it was quite liberating.
I realized how short life is, how few really good days there are in a year and
how nice it is to savor the great ones.
The day to day stuff is always there,
but the really perfect days are
few and far between...

Update from Lindsey:
I get your motorcycle when you decide you're too old to ride it!!!!!! PUT IT IN THE WILL.

No chance Lindsey! I'm going to ride it until I'm an old coot and I plan to be around for a long, long time. :)