Fighting boredom.
I get bored these days flying straight and level from A to B. Increasingly I find myself going up to play around in some Cumulus canyons or down amongst the weeds scaring the crap out of rabbits and the like.
My arrivals at base frequently involve a high speed, downwind low approach and go-around onto a teardrop to the into-wind runway, and I fly up and down the coast at ten feet.
Should I get myself a mid-life crisis motorcycle?