Aye lad, I remember a time despatch riding when I was sent from Birmingham to south London, to a private address, on a Friday night with it 'stairrodding' it down. Had already done Birmingham to Leicester to Heathrow, got back to base in Brum (soaking wet) and went straight back out to South Norwood. M6/M1 was reduced to 50mph, so I undertook the drivers in the r/h lane, failing to spot Plod who pulled me. After the Good Cop/Bad Cop routine, I went on my way. Returned home at 12.30am after a 17 hour day in the saddle. Needless to say, I found a good way of 'relaxing' before enjoying my lie in Sat morning.
There's no beating being on a bike, even on a very average day, but there are also times it'll bite you on the backside - just to remind you how privileged you are.