Falling in Love on the Back of a Motorcycle
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My whole life, I’ve wanted to feel what it’s like to fly. Riding a motorcycle is the closest I’ve come, writes Agnes Callard.
At The Free Press, we firmly believe that everyone, for a few days each year, needs to slow down, switch off, and hit the road—and what better time to do it than the last week of August? So this week, instead of The Front Page, we’re running Journeys, a new series about the trips that change us. Yesterday, Christopher F. Rufo wrote about traveling the West Coast by train. Today, the philosopher Agnes Callard writes about her summer riding a motorcycle. Enjoy! —The Editors Roller coasters do not feel like flying, bungee jumping does not feel like flying, and flying in an airplane most…
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