Back in the 80's when I was invincible, I used to time the traffic on one of my all-time favorite rides though the Sierra's. Tear up the road, flickin the bike back and forth, draging the pegs. Focused on every stone and twig way around the corner that I needed to miss.
Then one day I realized the only thing I saw in that 45 minute high speed romp was asphalt.
Wasted all the chances to relax and take in the beauty.
Wonder sometimes why I'm still here.
Then one day I realized the only thing I saw in that 45 minute high speed romp was asphalt.
Wasted all the chances to relax and take in the beauty.
Wonder sometimes why I'm still here.
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