There is a beautiful little freeway loop that circles the city of Portland and crosses the river twice over bridges that can fortunately handle hundred mile and hour motorcycles. Tonight, the clouds sprinkle little drops in one neighborhood while dumping a bucket in another but then leave certain stretches of highway long and dry, ready for a scream of adrenaline to careen into its night.

Like a warm mouth in the rain or clenched fists numb from vibration, riding in the night-time is the best time for the senses to be truly driven.


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