The Cycle Therapy:
It was the idea that when you’re driving in a car, it’s as if you’re watching the scenery pass by on a TV screen. You don’t feel the wind, and you don’t smell the air. You’re inside a temperature-controlled compartment listening to music. But when you’re on a motorcycle you’re part of the scenery. You’re not going past the world; you’re going through it. You’re suddenly keen to the smell of the ai...r and the changing temperature of the wind, no matter how subtle, while listening to the sound of life whistling against the steady hum of the engine propelling you.
It was the sound of nothing that he looked forward to on those rides alone. It was a sound that was devoid of children, and pets, and television. There were no phones ringing and no wife to argue with. There was nothing else for him to be doing but watching the road and listening to a white noise. Listening to the absence of everything else in his life.
It was the idea that when you’re driving in a car, it’s as if you’re watching the scenery pass by on a TV screen. You don’t feel the wind, and you don’t smell the air. You’re inside a temperature-controlled compartment listening to music. But when you’re on a motorcycle you’re part of the scenery. You’re not going past the world; you’re going through it. You’re suddenly keen to the smell of the ai...r and the changing temperature of the wind, no matter how subtle, while listening to the sound of life whistling against the steady hum of the engine propelling you.
It was the sound of nothing that he looked forward to on those rides alone. It was a sound that was devoid of children, and pets, and television. There were no phones ringing and no wife to argue with. There was nothing else for him to be doing but watching the road and listening to a white noise. Listening to the absence of everything else in his life.
as always, thank you RideApart.
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