This urban life has us weighted down with too much excess baggage- all the material goods and trapping of a so-called modern world. Where does it come from? How do we move it all? Especially here in the City, where there is barely room to stop and think without some mad driver blasting their horn at you and cursing your mother.
So we lighten our load, get rid of the crap, pick up a motorbike, and head out to the country. We find space, trees, and long winding narrow roads. The peace is... intoxicating?
Yet... is it real peace? is it just because the surroundings are so different? And we find we are not alone! Oh no, we meet the Country Locals, and they stare at us with their big eyes. and snicker at our inability to be part of the dirt and land, and then they make us squeal like pigs.
We cannot wait to get back to the madness we know.
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