The traffic can be unexpected.
But the view is always awesome. As is the journey.
The bike was driven by my Uncle, whom I had not seen in over 14 years. He was both as charming and awesome as I remembered, and flawed in ways that I never realised before. That’s probably the main change that you experience – in your interactions with other people – as you grow old. No one seemed perfect any more. Even the adults. And no body had all the answers, even for their own lives.