One of summer’s enduring features has been motorcycle sights and noises. Their buildup spills over in swarms buzzing through streets. Instead of writing about them or listening and watching through newsroom windows, I saw one guy today after turning at the right time, rearing up before a roar off.

A yellow motorbike rides south along San Pablo Avenue, with its rider in the air above it about to land on its rear seat edge and balance it front wheel up.

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