Speed Demons

I live for that feeling of complete weightlessness, when we speed down back roads lined with corn fields and rolling grasslands that stretch all the way to the foot of the mountains. I would tighten my arms around his waist as the speedometer touched 140mph. We zoomed through the darkness like screaming demons on two wheels. The sky peeled away like a panoramic screen unraveling past us. I drank up the crisp air, I saturated myself in adrenaline like a junkie. It was just the two of us, phantoms of the night, spirits of the asphalt, our souls aligning with the road beneath us. No one could possibly catch us. Dedicated to the ride, locking pinky promises with the highways and interstates, always swearing to return, to meet again with the meditative route. To me this is much more than a form of transportation, it's a lifestyle, a way to soak up your pure bliss, a form of peace and harmony. It's being born to ride.