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The chapters and philosophical musings of a lifelong love affair with motorcycling, touring, travel, nature, and the fascinating people we meet along the way. The fact that the chapters are autobiographical and randomly sorted is purely accidental and intended.
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- AND THEN EVENING COMES IN PEACE
- MARBLEHEAD MORNING
- Shroom Forest
- CURRENTS
- The Beauty of Days
- RIKKI-TIKKI-TAVI ON THE ROAD
- AUTUMN WALKS
- WHY WE RIDE
- DREAM TRAVELING
- British Columbia Thinking
- SIMPLE PLEASURES
- LET THE COLORS BEGIN
- Mist on the Lake
- JAZZ IN A SOFT RAIN
- SHADOWFAX WANTS TO RIDE
- Adirondack Cruising
- INTO THE RAIN AND BEYOND
- THE ZEN OF JOURNEY PLANNING
- Moondance
- CLEOPATRA HIGHBOURNE UNDERSTOOD
- SURFERS AND OTHER HOPELESS ROMANTICS I MISS
- DREAMS OF MEXICAN BOUGAINVILLEA
- The Wild Strawberry
- We Must Learn Patience
- THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD
- WE WILL MEET ALONG THE WAY
- Moonset
- SEPTEMBER CHANGES
- TUSCAN ZEN
- The Rain Has Come
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