But with only one of a handful of problems, solved my spirits were still pretty low. I had to convince myself to want to get moving. Now, I will say one thing that never changes about riding a motorcycle: No matter how many days you do it, when you throw your leg over that seat, get out of the city and hop on a fun, open, scenic, twisty road, cares melt away. Immediately, every bit of stress you’ve ever had no longer matters. Your problems get put on hold for the magic of the moment, gliding around turn after turn, over bridges, through tunnels, sweeping around blind turns to a reveal of epic scenery. I probably don’t say this enough, especially given some recent challenges, but I love my bike. While it is only passable in the dirt, the FZ-07 is just so perfectly and exquisitely at home in the mountains.