Sane and Dead

The darkness around consumes me as I ride through. Trees appear and again melt into the air…leaving behind blurry outlines of the moment of their existence. I hunt for milestones…markers to remind me of what is to come.

The city is 10 kilometres away.

It reveals its existence once very few turns, bright lights finding their way through the maze of trees, electricity poles and general rot.  I ride in anticipation.

The road winds ahead of me. I agree to its path…with reluctance. Its not time yet. The engine throbs under me. Pushing it down to neutral, I engage first and jerk open the throttle, riding the wind on one wheel. I like the feeling of being in control.

She rushes into my thoughts with the wind. The whole pink-lips-pretty-smile-soft-hair-sweet-voice-warm-hugs of her. I turn around and salute with a finger what I am leaving behind.

The city approaches.

The lights claw towards me. I accelerate and rush headlong into an intersection of two highways.

I see fate rushing towards me on 18 wheels. I hope the front disc works as advertised…but decide not to use it.

Sadly, the trucker is not insane . He brakes, his machine wobbles embarrassingly for its size and takes down two cars with it.

I stop, stare, and ride on to get my fill of chilled beer for the night.

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3 Responses to “Sane and Dead”

  1. u have a magic in u dude…

    love d descriptions…. 🙂

    rokk on buddy

  2. i like speed. but i like it only on empty roads, traffic is too much distraction to drink and drive, kills the buzz 😛

    a good one friend, ride on!

    N

  3. good one.. strange end!! You miss her so much!!!!
    Always feel that you try to kill emotions by ruthless (this mite be wrong word.. but it is for the “salute with finger” line) thoughts which might sound practical for you..

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