The air has been crisp lately. Unusual for mid august. Blue skies. Endless visibility.Heavy thunder storms have been rolling in after dark, clearing the air for long morning rides. The kind that start with a cup of coffee and end with a late lunch. The kind of rides that lets me forget why I bought a motorcycle.
Passing through the back country, time is marked by changes in the road. Slowing for curves. Stopping for intersections. The occasional photo. There are no distractions. No work. No bills. The bike has forced me to stay in the moment and focus on the road.
I'm riding more and thinking less.
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I find myself riding more and thinking more. I seem to do my best thinking on the bike though it's often more of a nebulous kind of thinking that doesn't necessarily answer questions in my head but points me toward possible trains of thought to be pursued later when I'm off wheels.
- Joe @ Scootin' da Valley
I know the place and it is beautiful. For years I would blow by in a car without seeing it. On two-wheels it jumps right out.
So... several weeks without a post. Makes one wonder if you have sold the BMW...
Steve Williams
Scooter in the Sticks
Those are moments to cherish, when you're focused, in the zone and mindful, relaxed and having a blast all at the same time.
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