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The case for riding -- or not. I'm not quite sure...
My attitude toward travel, particularly the sort of travel that is readily accomplished on a motorcycle, has become somewhat conflicted with the passing years. A measure of my tainted mood can be attributed to creeping curmudgeonism, but the changing profile of America is equally culpable.
It is hardly news that America’s “Blue Highway”, small town charm has been leveled by franchise culture. We all know too well the kid zoo-lined landing strips that make us “feel at home” as we enter Boca Raton or Laramie. More insidious and distressing are regional human peculiarities that are being subsumed by a universalism that is as codified as a Target floor plan. |
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