Vancouver to Bonanza, and back.
If you think we’re crazy, it’s because we are. Riding Canada, chasing the Northern Sun. We’ve lost a lot but we haven’t lost our minds. Not yet. Have you seen the Northern Sky at sunset? By the grace God, it’s glory. That’s the last time we would ever see it.
I chased him again down the highways. On our home built bikes. He is a mad man and he knows it. He’s got some devil in him and that Luciferian bike spits fire. Hell, I think it keeps me warm. All we can hear is the scream and the roar of the engines, cutthroat through wind. Time slows.