October, 2008. Colorado, interstate 36 eastbound, ten miles or so from the Kansas state line.It was quiet. The air was clean, with a slight breeze from the West. Red winged blackbirds flitted and played in the light skies, pausing only a few moments to land in a fence row or on the ground.
Hundreds of miles of solitude on two wheels. There are times and places where the road and life become one. I'm good with that.
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