Morning mist lies low on the ground. The heavyweight of industrial concrete gives that gloomy feeling that is sensed somewhere in the air. And from this heaviness, a renegade is born. He rises from the dusk on his café racer well aware of his vagabond path. Somewhere where the road touches the ocean and the sound of sea eagles echos. This is the path to the essence of the soul. Free on the road there is nothing but the blue sky, heat rising from the asphalt, the hum of the motor engine and clear mind. At that moment you are one with the “road beast”. True serenity. When the sun sinks beneath the ocean and the dawn sets in the day gives the feeling that tomorrow does not matter. All that counts is now.
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