In a car, you’re closed off, isolated. You look through the winows and are never captivated enough to ascribe beauty into the scenery. You’re watching another television show. But on a motorcycle, you’re in it. The pavement below you is being kept from scraping off your flesh by simple laws of motion. You can’t even focus on the lines you see whizzing past you. The wind constantly hugs you, and unless you like to holler, conversation is useless. On the road on a motorcycle is one of the rarer moments in life where being light IS easier than being heavy. Even better, without the NEED to be anywhere.