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.
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