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Biting wind, sharp as a razor blade, sliced through the air, foretelling the imminent arrival of winter with a bitter taste on my tongue. I kicked my bike to life, I'm off, a chill slapping my face - a welcome home kiss from Mother Nature... fuck submitting to the turning season, I'm coming at you in my Black Bear Brand - Harris Tweed Highlander coat. The canyons echoed, as if the engine was dancing with the desolate landscape. It was just me, the road, and the howling wind—a rekindled affair with Mother Nature, the tempestuous, a psychedelic artist. Each brushstroke of her untamed wilderness painted the canvas of my journey. The open road is calling, the sensation of freedom echoing through the frigid air. Freedom, you wild mother fu$ker, you're the gift, an inferno burning within me, an insatiable flame ignited by every adventure, every deliberate contradiction to societal expectations. Here I stand, your faithful wanderer, your crazed admirer, your devoted explorer. I'll
