Motorcycles I've Loved (2015)
“Singularity Although I was ultimately journeying south, I began by heading north for a few weeks to clear my head. My destination was northern Vermont, on the outskirts of a little town too quaint for its own good. On top of a mountain and a few miles west of the village green, there’s an old cabin that’s been collectively owned by my mother’s side of the family for more than a century. It is affectionately known as “the bungalow,” perched at the top of a treacherous dirt road, afflicted with d...eep potholes, washed-out ruts, and the occasional fallen tree branch. It’s incredibly isolated up there, without electricity, phone lines, or neighbors. The way up the mountain becomes impassable when the snows come, and even during the warmer months it is a steep and troublesome stretch of road. Spending time up there alone is a singular experience—solitary, and also extraordinary, like nowhere you’ve ever been before.
After less than an hour on Interstate 91, I was over the border and into Vermont.MoreLess
After less than an hour on Interstate 91, I was over the border and into Vermont.MoreLess
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