I’ve been riding the motorcycle for about six weeks now. It finally dawned on me the other day that bikers nod to each other. All this time, I hadn’t noticed. I guess I was too focused on watching the road for occasional dead squirrels, deer, or foxes to even look at bikers going in the opposite direction.

This feels kind of cool. I’m in the club. I can nod to the other bikers and they nod back. Well, it’s not that easy–I can’t just give a big smile and nod like Dopey from the seven dwarfs. I have to give a stony-faced, slow, tough-guy nod as I pass other bikers.

You know who else always nod or wave to each other when they pass? Bus drivers. Whenever I take the bus, I notice the driver always waves at the driver of the bus coming the opposite direction. I always wonder if they know each other. Have they ever attempted a moving high five? I always assumed that these drivers know each other because they see each other around the depot.

Imagine being a bus driver and passing the same bus with the same driver every day several times a day. They must get sick of each other, really. Maybe every time they pass, they get a thought like “I’ll have to remember to tell him I like his new haircut” and then keep having the same thought every time they pass the other driver, then forget all about it when they get to the depot. Anyway, it’s not that way with bikers. Bikers don’t all know each other and we (my new clique) always nod to each other.

The biking community is really very helpful. A few weeks ago when I dropped my bike, a fellow biker stopped to help me out when I had trouble getting the engine started after using the emergency cut-off switch.

The bike is great, by the way. I rode up the A34 this evening and was surprised to see that I had the bike at over 90mph. Scary. I didn’t think I was going so fast. I usually stick to the country roads on my way in to work. It’s always nice to take the bike for a quick tour around Newbury at lunchtime since there are so many places for a bike to park. I’m having a lot of fun.

I’m in a new contract now for a small company about a forty-five minutes away. I’m primarily doing consulting on this one. I’m helping this company set up a distributed development environment with proper source code repositories and collaboration systems. I’m also doing some interface design. It’s a lot of fun, even without the coding.

The best part about the new job is that it gives me the oportunity to ride my motorcycle into work. I’ve had the bike for about a month now and love it. It’s a Honda CBF600. It can do 120mph easy (the guy at the dealership told me). I got it up to about 85 on a very straight and quiet rode and freeked myself out by going too fast. I’m not quite there yet. I’m also not at that “weaving though traffic” stage.

The most embarassing moment I’ve had so far with the new bike was coming up to a roundabout with an uneven road. When I put my foot down, I lost my balance and dropped the bike. I got my leg out from under it before it fell. When I tried to lift it, I grabbed it as if I would grab my bicycle—by the handlebars. I couldn’t lift it no matter how hard I tried. The guy in the car behind me (with a growing queue of traffic behind him) got out of his car and with a big smile on his face put one hand on the rear seat of the bike and one hand on the handlebars and lifted it easy. Now I know– I need to lift it like I’m lifting a heavy box and not like I’m lifting a bicycle. I bent the clutch and the gear shift, but no other damage was done. I was able to bend the gear shift back myself by taking it off and hammering it out and replaced the clutch for about £10. So, a learning experience. That bike is heavy.

Here’s a picture.