Silly kids, someday you will measure the pickup of your motorcycles by the number of women it attracts rather than your quarter mile time or top speed.
Uh, yeah, the cute receptionist here at work has never ridden on one. She asked me to take her for a ride when the weather's better. Since the rear seat is tiny and there's no back rest like a cruiser, she has to hang on tight. I've had girls ask if I had an extra helmet with me so they could go for a ride.
Oh! The ptschhh noise a beer makes when you open it! Edit: The Husband had a female coworker ask if she could ride his bike. 07 Shadow Sabre 1100. Super comfy and has a back rest and everything. He told her he'd ask if she could borrow my helmet, and she changed her mind really fast.
Focus: Making bread. There's so much I like about it. The tactile feel of using my hands while working the dough, the smell of the yeast doing it's thing, the sound of the crust popping and cracking while a just out of the oven loaf cools. I'm always amazed that four simple ingredients can produce all this, and by just varying the amounts of those ingredients you can produce a huge range of breads.
Sitting on the front porch at my parents watching the world go by. Also, I'm being sincere when I the smell of jet fuel and jet noise. It's always a good day when I can catch a jet over the bike trail when pass Reagan here in DC.