We remember times when the weather was right, the road just so with curves one after the other and we fell into a flow where everything just became quiet. It doesn't happen often, but those moments are precious and you know they're out there waiting, maybe today, maybe next week, maybe not until next year and you can't force it, you just keep riding, you'll find them again. (these are borrowed words but we couldn't have said it better)
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