I don't want to ride alone. I ride alone every day. Every single day. 110 miles. And I just want someone to talk to. Someone to put their hand on my leg every now and again. Someone to lean back and sing out loud and whoop and drive through dark country roads with. But I know that at the beginning of each day, at the end of each night, on fateful and unfateful days, I'll look across the car to air and only the sounds of my sigh and the radio playing yesterdays will be my only companions.

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