Bent forward, far back on the seat, and a rigid grip on the handlebars as the bike starts jumping and wavering in the wind… But with the throttle screwed on, there is only the barest margin and no room at all for mistakes… and that’s when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms…The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others – the living – are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and the pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to then it came time to choose between Now and Later.
But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it’s In. The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, the place of definitions.
Hunter S. Thompson – Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga
There are other means to the same end. Bikes and LSD aren’t the only way to find visit The Place of Definitions.
A STRONG COLD FRONT WILL BARREL ACROSS WESTERN WASHINGTON LATER TODAY. THIS FRONT WILL USHER IN A MUCH COLDER AIR MASS OVER WESTERN WASHINGTON. TEMPERATURES WILL FALL TO NEAR OR BELOW FREEZING LATER TONIGHT…WITH HIGHS ONLY IN THE MIDDLE 30S ON WEDNESDAY. A MODIFIED ARCTIC FRONT WILL DROP SOUTH THROUGH THE AREA WEDNESDAY EVENING…BRINGING A REINFORCING SHOT OF COLD AIR.
The Edge solidifies like ice from the damp Pacific air. The chance to take a cold ride who’s soundtrack is labored breathing, the clatter of falling ice and the scratching of crampons on rock. Another opportunity to climb into the unknown and see who emerges from the other side.
An opportunity for reinvention… Before and After. Those who discover that they have achieved what Before seemed impossible are forever changed in the After.