They have finished and released a second travel documentary, Long Way Down, which chronicles their trip from Scotland to Cape Town, South Africa. I am incredibly eager to see this second documentary as well.
Travel documentaries are a rare breed if done properly. They inspire, they illuminate, they get a lively pulse out of a sedentary heart. And, in this case, they feature motorcycles. I am not much of a car man; I am quite content with our Honda Accord, an obvious nod towards practicality. Motorcycles are on another level, both visually and metaphorically.
Regardless, the motorcycle pictured here is the BMW K 1200 GT. It might very well be the single most beautiful machine (of any sort) that I have ever seen.
Will this spur a road trip with Jen and I from New York to Valparaiso, Chile? Probably not, but in dreams begin a mental responsibility. It is a pact forged between you, your own soul, God (whatever you define that as) and your mortality. You are indebted to experience these things if given the opportunity precisely because you have been given the opportunity. It is your covenant with the human race.
And it is one incredibly cool motorcycle.
So, in passing I leave you with some clumsy verse, more of a conversation between me and Logic:
“If this land, full of green pastures, boisterous cliffs,
endless sand, does not inspire, does not offer enough room
then perhaps all your days are akin to slapping hands against
the marble walls of a sepulchre, of a tomb?”
I looked it in the eye, mustered calm,
leaned in and answered in monosyllabic truth.