You know the feeling.
Somewhere around mile 10, the noise stops. Not the engine noise. The other noise. The work stuff. The bills. The thing you said that you're still thinking about. It all fades.
What's left is just you, the trail, and the next turn.
Riders call it throttle therapy. It's not a marketing term. It's what actually happens when you're fully present on a machine, navigating terrain that demands your complete attention. There's no room for yesterday's problems or tomorrow's worries. Just right now.
It's meditation, but louder. And with more adrenaline.
Some people pay therapists. Some people go to yoga retreats. You load up the trailer and head for the mountains. Same result, different method.



