“He was a loner. He was a drifter. He loved talking to the mountains. He loved talking to the breeze. He loved talking to the trees. And he just wanted to drift. He wanted to inhale the myriad fragrances of different places. He was born free. And he loved to drift. He loved his motorcycle and his motorcycle loved him. But he did not believe in love and attachments. He just wanted to drift. He was addicted to his loneliness. He was free. And he loved to ride his motorcycle.”
