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About an hour below the Lolo Pass, where the Pirsigs met a high-mileage Harley rider, I met Kent, from Iowa, who was returning from a six-week trip to Alaska. He'd ridden his Hog all the way to Inuvik in the NWT, and was much better equipped than me - with the temperature in the 90s and me sucking on a warm bottle of water, he reached into the cooler strapped to his passenger seat, rummaged around among the ice and the beer cans and pulled out a chilly bottle of water. I've been thinking about that ever since. |
