I was riding down the open way last night, when this ancient screamer bolted past me like there was no tomorrow.
A surge of thought hit me.
If I was the old me, I'd twist my throttle hard, trying to catch up to that bike.
But there I was, cruising at the street limit without giving a damn. Without minding to push my bike to go fast. To ride alongside the wind like I used to.
I don't really know what is happening to me.
Maybe I'm getting old faster than I realize.
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