like the "there is Nothing like it."
Updated: May 9, 2019
Blessed existence. A real ride. A Saturday wake-me-up in full-leathers. Mist through the mountains. thick on the throttle and thick in the wind and feeling the weight of it all, the bike and i, the gravity. everything passing, peripherally. eagle eyes. and it is the most amazing thing. that place. there. if only in the head. that place. there. sheer ecstasy on a bike. of the scenes we will see when the rest falls away.