Twin-cylinder desmodromic meditation.

I often ride without a destination.
I turn the key, start the engine, switch off my brain.
All my concentration is on the road unrolling like an endless ribbon before my eyes.
And my brain empties.
Focused, present, active, free of thoughts.
Twin-cylinder desmodromic meditation.
Then at a certain point something happens.
Images.
Not actual thoughts.
Images.
Sharp, clear, unmistakable.
Smells.
Tastes.
Sounds.
Sensations.
The mind drowns in itself.
And consciousness begins its cycle again.