I did a little test myself this morning.
On the way to work along SH2 between the Haywards turnoff and Kennedy-Good bridge, there were three motorcycles going the other way.
Incidentally, they were all motorcycle HP.
One waved back. I guess the other two were so shocked they couldn't work out what to do...
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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