Tis a thing of beauty, that is only slightly dented.  Bugger, does it weigh a ton.  Swim, lunch, fun, company.  The warmth of a summer sun on drying skin in a garden filled with tropical plants and only a soupcon of wine.  And then to leave the freedom of few clothes, the sense of sun on your face, stretched limbs.  Leathers, armour, helmet, boots.  And a fill-up on the A47 with adverse camber and too much traffic.  Like I said, only slightly dented and a few bruises.  No matter.  All experience.  All sensation.  All another link in the chain.  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger said Nietsche. Ok, well maybe.