every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that appreciates
"my" 2001 Harley-Davidson NightTrain
why "my"? it isn't mine any more. in a sense, it doesn't exist anymore. a couple of brothers bought it to customize the heck out of it and create someone else's fantasy of a Harley-Davidson NightTrain. but "mine" still runs in my dreams, I still ride it in my dreams. we go to wonderful townlets, villages, sometimes towns out in the desert, at the desert's edge, or far out on some point of a mountain overlooking the wilderness, sometimes in this year, often in the previous decade, occasionally in some timeless space. do I really appreciate it then? is anything in a dream real? but it recurs in different dreams, never the point of the dream, just present, just comforting, just necessary when I need to get somewhere else. so I'd have to say yes, I appreciate it. I'm pretty sure it has a better suspension now, as we seem to glide over any terrain, even rocks. if I could, I'd tell the engineers at Harley-Davidson how the new suspension works, but whenever I stop to examine my ride in my dream, I wake up. but I still appreciate that wonderful machine!
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