I rode a KLR on the street (in LA & Bay Area), with 38 really angry horses between my knees. At times it was scary; it just didn’t have the top end for California freeways (and yes, we commute on the freeway).

I took my girlfriend to Cape Breton for the Cabot Trail on Labour Day weekend and there were plenty of those moments. I’ve laughed more times in my helmet that most people could imagine. Add in a good soundtrack (with exhaust note) and the recipe is complete.

I tell anyone new to motorcycles that there will come a time when you start laughing uncontrollably inside your helmet.

Great description - I completely agree!