Stars
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The connection to place, to the land, the wind, the sun, stars, the moon... it sounds romantic, but it's true — the visceral experience of motion, of moving through time on some amazing machine — a few cars touch on it, but not too many compared to motorcycles. I always felt that any motorcycle journey was special.
Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars.
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