When the sun set today, I still had 2 hours or so to go. I stopped at a restaurant and had dinner. A scraggly looking older man walked by and I looked at him and he looked at me. He was another motorcyclist and the only one I'd seen since leaving Maine.
It turns out he has ridden his big Harley Davidson down through Mexico and Central America. We enjoyed talking, and I had to cut the conversation short so that I could get to Charlotte, NC for bed.
There is something that brings us together, a pull, an energy that connects people with things in common. I love the magic and the mystery of it.
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