Category Archives: Open road

Rumbling About

I can sit on my motorcycle, rumbling down Coast Highway 101, following my front tire to Seaside. As long as there is road, sometimes it isn’t possible to discover a reason to stop. Clustered memories can explode into other years … Continue reading

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