“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Motorcycles through streets, or bicycles. But many other vehicles beside cars: instead of cars, that is.

(“Many motorcycles, bicycles and surreys. We rent scooter or cycle.”)

(“Yes. We buy a loaf of bread for trip mentioned next. Trip by motorcycle.”)

[...] I saw a motorcycle on a wet road. [...] I said to Rob, “Motorcycles are dangerous on a wet road.”

[...] In the course of conversation, my father-in-law told us that on July 3, from his window, he had watched a near-accident involving a motorcycle. Then he proceeded to outline my dream precisely, ending up with the remark: “Motorcycles are dangerous on a wet road” — the exact words I had spoken in the dream.

[...] For a while, I wondered why I would pick up such an unimportant episode as a man veering on a motorcycle. [...] Then, I remembered that when he was a young man, Rob’s father did have motorcycles. [...]

I took off with Walt on the motorcycle, and all the way across the country in my mind I heard her yell, “bitch, bitch, bitch.” [...]

[...] His love was for machinery, the speed of motorcycles, mixing creativity with metal. [...]

The Butts family albums contain numerous photographs of my father as a young man, many of them self-taken with the aid of a timer; he poses with a variety of automobiles and motorcycles through the years before his marriage to my mother in 1917, and afterward, too. [...]

[...] This could be part of a license or serial number on a motorcycle, I don’t know.

Motorcycles through streets, or bicycles. [...]

Your motorcycle suggestions on their own are worth a barrel of gold, for the change in image it infers, and for other reasons. [...]

[...] When we turn a corner there sits a huge Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

[...] I consider projecting but decide not to ruin the bike experience for Carl who would dearly love to own a motorcycle, even if he is only a dream Carl of mine.

[...] No matter how far you journey — on a motorcycle, in a car or plane, or on foot — (gesturing to me as Seth, Jane then changed the sentence) by bicycle or camel, or truck or vessel, still you are the wanderer, and the land or ocean or desert is the environment through which you roam. [...]

[...] 7/19, 9:10 PM: Once I attained the desired state I saw a man on a motorcycle turning into the private drive of a house. [...]

[...] Although my father’s “sole intent” was the very challenging one of raising a family in this reality, still he may have often exchanged ideas about automobiles, motorcycles, welding torches, cameras, and so forth, with that other inventor-self.