410, 151, 471, 1283, 16, 173, 87, 10, 410. it took about 8 hours. there is something about being on the bike. it brings you to that moment. "you never feel alive like you were alive at fight club." he should have road a motorcycle. when i start thinking about work, trouble....bs in general. i just look down at the pavement whizzing by at 70 miles per hour. that's right boy-O, there she is, life. right beneath your feet. you are in this moment. one little slip and you'll know it even more than you did a second before that. you feel the wind, the bumps in the road. you can hear the cars passing you. other motorcyclists wave and you know they are saying to themselves...."yeah baby". and then you find some little town to stop in and a chair or wall to lean up against. it's like sitting back stage watching another few actors on stage, waiting for your turn to go out but enjoying the moment of being on the shelf. you can see the actors reveling in the now-ness of life and the audience wondering what it would feel like to be so alive and at the same time lost in the story. and then, that's it. the food was good and the beers were cold but it's time to get back out into the sun. 30min,....an hour...it's been long enough. i could do it again and again and again. i hope everyone has SOMETHING that they are passionate about.
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