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A sudden, ululating whine, the invading noise rapidly gains strength as four distorted dots on the horizon weave closer.The dots take on color and shape s they approach: a quartet of red and chrome motorcycles, stunting and racketing through the puckerbushes, their riders vaulting the ridges and slaloming through the cactus at 70 mph.

The camers zooms in on the lead rider’s face, sun-blackened and jut-jawed under his helmet.Both ankles were crushed and all Miles wants to do is jump out to see how busted-up his ride is. The love of cars can be a vice all its own, and Miles had it bad from early on. w=600" class="alignnone wp-image-29758" title="Miles Davis 1031" src="https://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/miles-davis-red-ferrari.jpg?Miles Davis with his Ferrari 1969 " data-medium-file="https://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/miles-davis-red-ferrari.jpg? w=198" data-large-file="https://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/miles-davis-red-ferrari.jpg? w=700&h=1059" alt="" width="700" height="1059" srcset="https://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/600w, https://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/miles-davis-red-ferrari.jpg? w=99&h=150 99w, https://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/miles-davis-red-ferrari.jpg? w=198&h=300 198w" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px" /“…In 1955 Miles Davis dragged his quintet into the Prestige Records studio and recorded five albums in a row for the purpose of satisfying his obligations to the label.The opening scene: California’s Mojave Desert at high noon. Through the shimmering heat waves, Mount San Jacinto seems to writhe on the horizon like a dying brontosaurus.The spines of the cactus at foreground right are in sharp focus, the gleaming spearpoints of a vegetable army. A Gila monster raises its beadwork head and flicks its tongue, alert to the distant sound that is just beginning to insinuate itself into the desert’s quiet.