There’s no more conducive place or way to accomplish deep soul searching than riding a motorcycle through the storms in the long night. I don’t recommend this unless you can peer deep into the abyss and be comfortable with what you find.
‘Soul searching’ makes him horny…
Narration: I knew this, but my soul ached anyway. What's a man without a dream?
Narration: We couldn't do it. She would set me straight. She was the sensible one. My anchor. My sanity. Her presence can calm my very soul. Soothe the wanderer. Assign my dreams their proper place. Bring me back to sanity.
Narration: Except when she doesn't.
Carey: LET'S DO IT!
Narration: My wife. My lover. My friend.
Narration: Us against the world. Us and our dreams. I don't know why I expected any different.
Narration: What's a man without a dream? I don't know...
Narration: ...and with her I'll never have to find out.