Dennis’s bike came at the station but she left the key home.
Standing outside in the heat of midsummer was harsh.
Pat was looking for shade under the trees.
As the trailer truck carried the bike to a nearby Harley dealer shop and unlocked it, we headed west on Interstate 90.
If someone were to ask me about how to ride in the U.S., I might say, “Head west.”
Traveling west not only follows the romance of America’s historical development, but also makes the roads appear like pathways of light, because the vast terrain reflects sunlight fiercely.
In the East, the Silk Road is named after the silk that ancient people traded along its routes.
However, I imagine that they also witnessed the sun’s reflections on the roads.
A journey westward makes me sentimental.
In the sunset, the colors of the sky change gradually, touching my soul deeply.
Lost in this enchanting scenery, in the rearview mirror, Dennis’s bike and the moon are reflected.
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