The Addiction That feeling is so fleeting, so brief, but so addicting that I can think of doing little else when the weather is this good. The feeling when the bike is leaned over through a long sweeper, body weight shifted to the inside, head low and forward, tires gripping like claws in the asphalt, exit in sight as I power the bike out of the turn with just enough throttle. On the track or in the canyons, I can't get enough.  ¶ 4:07 PM