To date, I have logged 3214 miles. It seems like so many more because of the faces, laughter, moments of loneliness perched between the fuel tank and luggage of a motorcycle on endless miles of bad asphalt pavement and smooth concrete lanes with bumps every 50 feet or so.
Sometimes, I find myself pulling into a convinient store without a purchase in mind, only the need for a local story fix. I usually get some bit of gossip about a guy named Roger who strolled into town and appears safe, but have no clue when it comes to appreciation for those who provide him with free coffee time and time again. "Dude, straighten up!"
Mozi on...
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