Time for a nocturnal tour of Big Sur, heading down California 1 on a Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle. Just south of Carmel, the road is nothing but steep hills and hairpin turns. Time to kick out the jambs, push the outside edge of the envelope - 80, 90, 100, 120 miles per hour, riding without a helmet, one slip and lights out forever - an adrenaline rush so strong, it is more powerful than any hallucinogen. Oh - wait a minute - that was Hunter S. Thompson. I actually came down in a rented 4 cylinder KIA. But it was more or less the same experience.
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