As I said on the phone the other day mate, perhaps it is time for some of the other things in your life to come to the fore. Nothing like abstinence to make you yearn for something again. I still can't believe you've managed to live and breathe nought but bikes for 30 years. I need at least 3 or 4 obsessions at any one time.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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