Catalina Run

my knees are squeezing tightly, my arms wrapped around your waist a cool breeze, the morning sun, a quiet highway on which we run centrifugal force in motion, as you pop the clutch chest to back, the muffler crack, as we hit the open road low clouds in the mountains offer a beautiful view heading to Catalina, a first for me and you the Victory purring loudly, an awesome humming sound this vibration I'm feeling has nothing to do with bike