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Written by Frank on 2025-01-15 at 07:50

For a long, long stretch it was just me, alone, riding my #motorcycle into the cone of light that my headlights were throwing into the very, very foggy dark morning. I had to ride with my visor cracked open and still had to wipe the sticky, foggy film of water from my visor every couple of hundred meters. It was bliss.

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Written by Pedro Fonseca on 2025-01-15 at 07:56

For a long stretch, it was only me,

Riding my bike through the fog's decree.

A cone of light in the velvet shroud,

The morning was dark, yet the silence loud.

Visor cracked, cold air would creep,

Bliss rode beside me, steady and deep.

Sticky fog clung, I'd wipe it away,

Every few meters, the path would stay.

The world dissolved in the gray unknown,

Yet freedom sang in the engine's tone.

No need for sound, no need for sight,

Just me and the road in the foggy night.

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Written by Arnan on 2025-01-15 at 15:56

@fschaap How is that bliss?

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Written by Frank on 2025-01-15 at 20:30

@arnan Wrapped in my own bubble, moving, travelling, knowing you go somewhere but having no reference points maybe I was not going anywhere, but would simply have the feeling of speeding on forever. It was very zen.

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