DREAM RIDES
May 11, 2018
4 minutes
BY MIKE FERRENTINO
PHOTO: SATCHEL CRONK
PHOTO: ALE DI LULLO
When I was a child, I regularly had dreams that I could fly, only to realize mid-flight that I didn’t know how to land, and would wake up with a stomach-knotting jolt as things unraveled and I began to plummet. This was regular, along with dreams of running but feeling glued to the ground, so that no matter how hard I pistoned my legs, I could barely inch forward.
As I grew older and got into motorcycles, the dreams morphed, and I would find myself launching off jumps only to
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