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It is still chilly on the road, but I the sun appears with greater regularity, and the smell of the Spring grows. I can even hear the tink-tink-tink of frogs by the creek tonight, one hundred miles from Mobile, Alabama. One goes through many shifts in emotion during a long motorbike ride. Often there is the haziness of morning, before the mind sets into the ride. It takes only five or ten miles before the highway strips away the sluggishness. I can almost feel each strand as it peels off into the wind. Soon, there is again the feeling of life and you are weightless. This is the best time to stand on the passenger pegs, high enough that you can no longer see the bike below you and there is only the sensation of flight.
On and on and on to New 'Awlins.