A warm August night in 1986. Driving my bicycle somewhere between Jönköping and Göteborg in West Sweden, looking for a camping site. Listening to the radio on my Walkman.
Suddenly, on a wide open stretch, a westerly wind starts to push me gently and I go faster and faster.
And then, as if somebody's watching, "Driving Away from Home" by It's Immaterial starts to play on my Walkman:
"Driving away from home
Thirty miles or more
And we'll go moving away from home
Without a care in the world".
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