Riding down this two lane blacktop, the painted, perforated white lines blurring into one.

Faster and faster, trying to erase the train of thought that would not die.

Slow down!

A feeling that overcomes any sense of well being. A slot in time, a fleeting moment overpowers the need to be safe.

Faster!

Riding the highway to nowhere, where I see, where I hear, where I smell, where I feel.

Touching death....just a little jab. Laughing.


American Hellcat

Cool, I like riding those highways to No where

Highway to no where beats the hell out of the hi way to hell, so to speak

Somebody once told me "when you don't know where you're going any road will get you there"

I like the highway to nowhere too. I have been on a highway to hell and got off as soon as I could. lol.

A highway to nowhere, the best place to ride. Just you, your bike, your own thoughts. No destination, no time to be there, just freedom.