Whims? The majority of rides I do are whims. Gee, I have a hankering for some world-class Gouda cheese. Hey, it's only a 280-mile round trip (taking the twisty way). Trip to have lunch with my brother, on a whim? Yup, 440-mile round trip, and back before supper. Hey, I haven't been to my great-grandma's grave since the funeral, when I was I was 13. It was only a 150-mile round trip. Gosh, the fall festival in the little town of 50 that my mother grew up in, for homemade food and fond memories? Just a 500-mile round trip, up and back, and worth every minute. Yup, most of my motorcycle rides are whims.
Other whims? Well, the sideburns I had in the mid-70s may qualify, as well as the long hair, funky shoes, and corduroy bib overalls. No, I will NOT post pictures. My everyday life is demeaning enough as it is.