Ridin’ High

May 1994 – I was riding a motorcycle down a long, curving stretch of highway. It was a beautiful bright sunny day and the highway was twelve lanes wide. There were a lot of other motorcycles around me. I was in the lead and suddenly the road started to rise. It continued and got so high that we were actually riding higher until the road was higher than a nearby mountain. I just kept on going.

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