Some days I need to work hard at developing empathy and other days it seems to flow naturally. This is how I felt while driving a motorcycling in Kelowna. Don't get me wrong, I understand why people flock to this region when the sun is shinning, with their fancy speed boats and their water toys. Thing is, if you want to drive a motorcycle responsibly, or you have seen what road rash looks like after a crash, you appreciate protective gear. The challenge is that my Kevlar pants and armoured jacket is the colour black, and when I pulled into this recreation Mecca, apparently a million other people had the same idea. There I was stuck in more stop than go traffic, and the only way to spread the liquid emanating out of every pore was to shift back and forth on my ... yes you guessed it black seat. That is also why there is no picture of me in this state, because there was no time. On a motorcycle you are scanning for shade, or scouring the maps to see if there is an alternative route that avoids city driving.
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