We get cows in Mangaroa Valley which are a wee hassle when you're cranked over on the edge coming out of a 25km/hr corner. After encountering that I try and make a point of assuming that there will be something stupid in the daytime on a country road.
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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