Once, long ago, I had a vision of two tires hitting the tarmac and small, almost unnoticeable splinters of rubber peeling off the sidewall and drifting away with the vapor of exhaust. Wind ripping through the open vents of the helmet and vortexes of heat rippling through the horizon. Mountains looming in the far distance that beckon me towards winding roads that loop forever upwards, almost never-ending. A droning tear of engine noise that blends with thought and increases the mantra of being in a moment of mental bliss accented by total immersion in the world.
I am counting towards that day.
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