James Finn 
I loved the sound of my motorbike as it would unwind through every turn in the mountains.
The low whomp of its single cylinder engine could be felt through my whole body.
The morning mountain mist soaked against my skin as I snaked across the peaks.
The cool wind softly raised the hairs on my neck.
It’s a great feeling, but then add in this playlist and I was transported to higher state that can only be summed by one word.
Wanderlust.
