60 minutes of emotion. Laughter and envy... triumph and sadness...confusion and understanding...
With a few commercials in between.
Moments of realization within minutes of action... Black panties pinned to break room bulletin boards. Fits of jealousy driving episodes of passion... Awkward cups of coffee with condescending mothers. Bouts of helplessness inside acts of heroism... A tree through your heart...
A roller-coaster of feelings that dips below your gut and loops around your spirit. With a view so clear at the top that a lesson is learned while you're whizzing down.
And somewhere in between, you feel invinceable..like - during those 60 minutes from 9pm to 10pm Eastern Time - you can do anything... Be anyone... Go anywhere...
Get the girl and lose the girl, win the fight and fail the challenge... all in the same day...all in the same sitting... so that when you're done with the Ride... you know that, no matter where youve ended up, you truly did live....
at least for an hour.
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