The motorcycle turned toward the mountain range. Although it is May the snow on the top peaks was still alive and well. This sports bike was born to race. Although it was my first time on it it only took us a few moments to get to know each other's personalty and sense of adventure. As we reached Estes Park, the twists and turns up through the Rocky Mountain National Park became the latest moment of risk. Good risk that is. Thoughtful risk. A risk that got the juices flowing and mind racing. As the Yamaha FZ1 picked up speed and the turns came on faster and faster, I realized that time was irrelevant. Age was an illusion. Both manmade creations that appeared to be designed to just get in the way of the day. The day should have a life of its own. Join the day on its terms. An ageless experiment.