Noise, Speed and The Love of Riding a Honda CB360

Ashley Mayne on her 1976 Honda CB360 Photo by Anne Day

There is a spirit in an engine. 

My first car was a sky-blue ’80 Corolla. I drove it all night through Texas; it smelled like an old leather glove. The radio was broken. I remember a drive on a night so black we could have been in space. The moon rose across the windshield somewhere between Dallas and Austin. Just the sound of wind and engine. Just my headlights bouncing off a gravel shoulder. I was 16 and thought I could live in a car. 

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