Sunday, January 30, 2011

'The burble of my exhaust unwound like a long cord behind me. Soon my speed snapped it, and I heard only the cry of the wind battering my head split and fended aside. The cry rose with my speed to a shriek while the air's coldness streamed like two jets of iced water into my dissolving eyes... The next mile of road was rough. I braced my feet into the rests, thrust with my arms, and clenched my knees on the tank til its rubber grips goggled under my thighs... The bad ground was passed and on the new road our flight became birdlike.'
Via: Life

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