He is … the long haul. He’s the sunny days and the smooth sailing. He’s the top down, the wind in his sun-kissed hair, and what happiness sounds like when he says there’s never been a more beautiful day. He’s the early-morning easy rides that lead into the quiet, peaceful nights. And then he’s the steep hills. The treacherous climbs. The days spent crawling along the edge of an icy cliff in the middle of a starless night, fighting to see the finish line through a blizzard hellbent on blinding you. He’s the any weather, any time. The up-all-night, get-you-home-safe-no-matter-what-it-takes.
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