motorbikes were designed and built for speed and convenience. i intend to utilise those qualities whether there be one soft pillion body as i race and teach the wind how to fly.

cars and bikes alike stopped as the cows hurry home. their keeper, an aged Indian man armed with a bottle and a harmless stick, drove them across the road.

in that moment, surrounded by modern machines and an enormous campus and the open evening sky, i could not resist a smile. and then a laugh out loud.