Silver Surfer

Robert Frank once talked about what's between the pages that made his photographs. It's what's between the moments that makes the ride. The pinnacles of slicing the corner, or elation for a perfect U turn, or all that definitive moment stuff are all important. But there is a moment of nothing that's everything. Once you realize it's there it starts to shatter and flake away, but while you have it there is perfection. Doing nothing, feet planted on the pegs, body balanced on itself, traffic moving aside and the machine pulling you quickly forward across miles of concrete unencumbered by anything except yourself. There's the moment.

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