Round the sports oval I go, slow riding, looking cool. Well, looking like a fat guy on a bike in hot sweaty leathers, but I felt like I looked cool and that's what counts.
At the end of the sports oval there is a road that leads out behind the railway station. It goes exactly where I want to go. Except it's blocked by a gate, and the gate is locked.
But next to it there is a nice gap between two posts ... I reckon a bike could just about fit through a gap like that...
And then it happens, for the very first time. As I ride between the posts and onto the road of freedom, I start laughing like a maniac inside my helmet. The uncontained joy of riding a vehicle that can take me down the freeway at 100 (no questions asked) being the same vehicle that can fit between a couple of posts and allow me to take a shortcut home that avoids all the traffic. Sure I'm hot, sweaty, smelly, and all that. But I'm the happiest man in the world!