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The road flat out flies as the asphalt fades into the distance. To the left stands a evocative valley. To the right a constantly evolving mountain. And ahead a piece of simple, basic, brilliant tarmac that’s straddling the intersection of the two.

The intersection of today, tomorrow and now.

I hear the gears of motion merge. The machine echos off the rock as it works its way through out the valley floor. Loud, constantly growing bits of percussion instruments banging louder and louder and louder as the pitch continues to elevate. So much motion, so much change, so many choices.

How do we backtrack from here? How do we connect the dots? How do we know when we know?

Soon the asphalt ceases to be relatively straight. It starts hedging its bets as it hugs the inside line. Holds tightly to the mountain’s handshake. After all, a deal is a deal. It asks for one more stake in the game. And then I feel it wink as it wrinkles. The movement subtly beautiful and yet so quiet. So refined. So small. So dainty.

Next thing I know the machine and I are flowing from one apex to another in quick succession. Tilt left, Bend Right, Curve left again, Bend back, Bask in the early November light. It’s fast and fluid and feels so easy all of a sudden. So simple. Like you were carving canyons with crayons.

There are throttle blips. And tach rises. Gears turn. Wheels work their way forward.

But it’s the tension in the machine that catches your breath.

The way it ratchets up. And up. And up. As you feel it slither and shake and cringe while the heat climbs from the deck. Visual and Auditory signs of fear. Of possible failure. And that gust of wind that catches you off-guard. That hunk of throttle that’s to big. To bold. To brash. And the corner that’s sharper than you thought.

Yet the machine works for each bit. It asks for no more. It stands up one tiny revolution at a time.

You look down in fright only to find triple digits and a smirk. Really?

Somewhere, in a land between the now and the then, my alter ego is smiles.

I can’t believe its come to this… I can’t believe it’s become this… I can’t believe… it’s a Tuesday morning on the Cali Central Coast…

I can’t believe…

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