Life Is a Road, the Soul Is a Motorcycle
Motorcycling And Travel
About this book
I was on a lonely stretch of road. There were no lights other than the moon and stars, and I had not encountered any traffic in at least 10 minutes. Far ahead of me a figure stepped out of the brush and stood on the shoulder of the road. The figure was still far out of my headlight range, but was visible as a stunning and marvelous silhouette in the bright moonlight.
Expected more. Did not like the fantasy bits, the Valkyrie is a bike, not a dragon. Still quite enjoyable.
This story is longer and more in-depth than usual. I liked it that much more.