and I admit this....only after many kms do I realize and acknowledge that I still have so much to learn. Gripping handlebars, squinting in the sun, I am cognizant of my vulnerability. Sure...I wax bravado and pass cars..I bolster confidence for corner beyond corner..but ever aware I know nothing. I am tired and invigorated. My arms ache...clutch, shift, throttle, repeat...amidst the unleash of freedom I feel. A mix of songs in my head and I try to dance my bike to the music. Ebbing, flowing curving with the road. I know nothing..