I love bridges. If I see a cool looking bridge, I want to cross it, especially if it goes somewhere that I’m not familiar with. Same with stairs outdoors. They feel like an adventure to me.
Sunlight reflecting off water and making beautiful moving light patterns on the wall and ceiling. It’s truly mesmerizing.
I’m like that with trailer parks. The seedier and sketchier the better.
I like motorcycles. All motorcycles. Small, large, any brand from Aprilia to Zero. I like the way they sound, whether it’s a little two stroke Vespa or a ratty old Shovelhead or a six-cylinder Goldwing. They’re just so cool. And there are so many different engine configurations. Singles, parallel twins with 360, 270, or 180 degree cranks, V-Twins in several different angles and different crank splits, three bangers, four cylinders, even some with inline six or flat six engines. Just an entire mechanical symphony.
I like quiet bikes. I like loud bikes. I like electric bikes. Quiet ADV bikes, thundering cruisers, thumpy dual sports, screamy sport bikes, they’re all so cool.
Ice cream. Whether it is to calm myself down or to have a snack to enjoy, it is one of my favorite delicacies that I often am excited to eat.
Rainbows, shiny things, stuff that smells good, really bright colors (a lady I work with sometimes wears magenta sweaters and they make me happy), gears, bells, and flowers. Off the top of my head, but there’s probably more.
