The Loneliest Road in America - Zen and the art of motorcycle riding by Alex Tzelnic
Canada
We dropped down from Lake Tahoe into the Great Basin. The signage warned us about a veritable Noah's Ark of animal life: bear, deer, cattle, moose, horses, men on horses, men on tractors. It got hot, fast. Ninety-two miles in we had lunch in Fallon, Nevada. Then we entered the desert, our motorcycles shredding the silence.
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