Motorcycles I've Loved: A Memoir | 
so-so"the wind crashes against the sides of my head in waves, and the purr of the engine is like a mechanical om, shivering through me. the road rushes past and instead of struggling to possess it, I remember to exhale and feel the buzz of the pavement against my tires, the thrum of the open throttle beneath my palm. I remember that I don't own this road; I'm just using it."
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