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" There is no room in the brain for idle thought ( except on the highway, when idle thoughts appear and float and reconfigure in endless array), and a biker can go for miles and miles without waking up to any realization, including the one that nothing at all has been thought for miles and miles.
The faster you ride, the more closed the circuit becomes, deleting everything but this second and the next, which are hurriedly merging. Having no past to regret and no future to await, the rider feels free.
from: The perfect vehicle; What is it about motorcycles.
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