ZEN AND THE SUNDAY MORNING MOTORCYCLE RIDE By Warren D. Jorgensen I rolled up to the light and stopped, the muffled throbbing of the engine beneath me the sole sound in the morning air, the only other movement the sun rising slowly over Westchester, warming my back. A cool brisk wind blew out of the […]
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