I don’t travel on a motorcycle often, but I like it. No big things, so far always alone. I like it. Here at home, for smaller tours, I have to go to someone who rides with me. You’re not really fat, but you know each other, you know each other, you know each other. Compulsively. Similar machines, similar driving style. I like it too. Now we have a bigger tour together at the après-mopped coffee. For two or with a troupe. Loose. Not really concrete, more palavert. But one has already experienced differences, daily performance, overnight stay etc., one squats at times easily 12 hours on the dock, for the other not conceivable, one needs a bed, the other enough a tent. One needs tipping breaks, the other not. Nothing that really bothers. I am just as tolerant, sociable and sometimes unsociable, as calm and restless. Would interest me sometimes what you have done for experiences. Alone, for two, or in the group. Long and short Have you ever regretted driving on your own again? Finding buddies for life? Killing buddy and selling his kidneys?