I'm riding a big, heavy road motorcycle all around the area of my parents' farm. I feel slightly out of control, but I think I'll get used to it. I remember shifting the gears, at least once doing it wrong. Down-up-up-up-up-up.

I stop along the side of the road and hang out with some younger people. I had a guitar here, and they have walked all over the case and stomped it into oblivion. It's all dirty and flat. I open it up, and there's no guitar in it. That's good. I point out to these kids - don't you realize this is a guitar case, you should have been more careful. I look around and find my Taylor guitar, well stashed up the hill somewhere. I sit down and play it for a while.

There's another scene where I'm riding on a bus, somewhere in a foreign country. I'm traveling with these two girls. They get off the bus and I follow them because I owe one of them some money.