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Nate DiMeo (0:01)
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Nate DiMeo (0:08)
Bowl reading the back of the box.
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Nate DiMeo (1:25)
This episode of the Memory palace is.
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Nate DiMeo (1:50)
This is the Memory palace. I'm Nate DiMeo. It is the freedom, right? That is the thing about motorcycles. The speed, sure. The agility, of course, but it is the freedom. The person on the bike, on the Harley, on the highway, the cars, the trucks stuck in traffic, but that biker weaving their way through faster toward the open road. The freedom of the open road. The loner, the lone figure in the vastness of the desert landscape. Or up the California coast, the wild Pacific, crashing redwoods. That's the thing. Advertisers know it. A man on a motorcycle, a woman on a motorcycle could sell you a cigarette, vacation, anything that feels like escape from whatever gridlock you have driven your life into. Hollywood knows it has given us Marlon Brando, the wild one. Peter Fonda again and again. A wild angel born to be that way. See him, an easy rider on his chopper with Dennis Hopper American flag helmet. An image once so counterculture cool, but at this point so American, you could probably just swap it in for the flag itself. Freedom itself. It is the freedom. And that is the thing about Bessie Stringfield, the story she would tell. And let me tell you that for most of her life, the story of her young life wasn't always true. But there is freedom in that, too. Making up your own origin story. Bob Dylan did it in a time before the Internet, when it wasn't easy to fact check some stranger's claims. It was a time honored American tradition. So in that tradition, Bessie Stringfield told people she was born in Jamaica to Jamaican parents, but she was probably born to black American parents around 1911 in North Carolina. No one's quite sure where the Jamaica part came from, but that was the story she told. And in that telling and in the way she lived, Bessie wasn't about where she came from. She was about where she was going. And she was always going. Ever since she got her first motorcycle as a teenager. Whether she got it from a kindly Irish woman who took a liking to her or not, whether that kindly Irish woman existed or not, somehow she got a bike, and that was that. Bessie Stringfield spent her life riding through the Jim Crow south, outrunning racists and cops and mobs. Literal angry white mobs who couldn't catch her. Women did not ride motorcycles. Black women really didn't ride motorcycles. It wasn't just unladylike, it was supposed to be impossible to control, to command. Harley Davidson. They are a whole lot of machine. One time a Miami cop wanted to arrest her when he saw her by her bike. Couldn't be hers. She told him she'd prove it. Did tricks he'd never seen. She had learned those tricks out on the road. Stunts she'd perform in small towns, at fairgrounds to pay for gas money, a sandwich at some segregated shop. She'd stay with black families she'd meet on the road or sleep out behind a filling station.