Kinda (actually not very) interesting, when I showed up on my Bandit......
There were the obligatory Harleys, baggers/Wide Glide/Road kings/Screaming Eagle, a Suzuki cruiser (all white ((M100?)), a BMW LT1200, a V-Star, and my Bandit. Nobody talked bikes, everybody could care less what route was to be taken to Monterey, and nobody was in a hurry. A couple morning cigars were fired up after breakfast at Perko's, and cops normally on edge, in Orange mode, seemingly happy to be away from the stressors at work.
We started down the freeway, and I put my GPS to point me toward 'HOME'.... though we were going in the opposite direction. The farther away from home we got, the 'Estimated Arrival' clock ticked off the time I was due to get back and start getting ready for work. I had to be at work by 1:30.
It was nice to be a part of a dozen bikes in staggered formation, and I rode at the back where I like to be.... observing the habits of those with whom I was to share the road. They behaved, they were mellow, and nobody having the need to show-boat. It was nice to be out for a quick spin, but it was cut short by my having to return to my designated position in the tower at work......
Jeez.... working evenings and not having the weekends off, really gets in the way of living 'free'. With more talks of further reducing CA State workers' pay, I may end up having no choice and retiring at year's end. I may be reaching a point of working for diminishing returns.