MachineSeptember 16, 2009
I had deemed it the all-nighter. We left the camp with water, drinks, snacks and jackets, in for the long haul, taking the turn toward the Playa on our bikes, sizzling with pent-up energy.
“It’s on,” I shouted over my shoulder. “I am a machine!”
“Machine!” echoed a guy riding in front of me, just before he disappeared into the crowds parting before us.