The Threshold, Volume One, Chapter Three, “Off the Treadmill” page 47-48, Early spring 1971, Schenectady, New York
The Harley idled with a low growl. As it warmed up, exhaust smells circled the garage walls. We climbed on and coasted to the end of the driveway.
Turning onto the highway, I bolted; shifting the gears,
we roared into the night uphill north to the lake.
In five fast minutes on a road without lights, we were at a considerably higher elevation……