Something happens at around 92 miles an hour.Thunder headers drown out all the sound.Engine vibration travels at heart's rate.Field of vision funnels into the immediate.And suddenly,you're not on the road,you're in it,a part of it.Traffic,scenery,cops...just cardboard cutouts blown over as you pass.Sometimes I forget the rush of that.That's why I love these long runs.All your problems,all the noise,gone.Nothing else to worry about except what's right in front of you.Maybe that's the lesson for me today,to hold on to these simple moments,appreciate them a little more.There's not many of them left.I don't ever want that for you.Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard.I know yo
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