The wind is warm and thick with the scent of summer and grass. I feel guilty just for a fleeting moment while listening in on the private conversation between the front tire and the pavement below. The soft, subtle grinding of rubber on asphalt reminds me of mountain trips past.
I have no need for your creature comforts. There is no place, here, for your anti-lock brakes, cruise control, heated steering wheel, power seats, power… anything. I look down at the speedometer and feel free from the constraints of a shift indicator light, a fuel gauge, a tachometer… A seat belt. Today is not the day for touch-screen navigation or air-conditioned seats. Today is for riding. The angry growl of the exhaust, and the whipping of the wind is the only song offered me, and I accept it with a devilish grin.
I watch in eager anticipation as the breach between my headlight and rider in front grows, urging my right hand to twist ever further and unleash the beast lurking deep within the parallel twin beneath me. As I roll thumb-ward down, I feel her hands open and squeeze against my chest, pulling us together. The corner is approaching and my grin grows uncontrollably, slowly exposing my teeth to the air. I’m thankful for this helmet covering my expression, otherwise everyone within eyesight would likely giggle.
The bike leans itself over, further and further, as if demanded by some telepathic connection. Leaning and leaning, seeking the apex. My throttle hand remains steady, eyes fixed on the exit, and then a moment of weightlessness when the left peg touches the ground and that beautiful grind of steel on street rings out softly.
On the throttle, now! She stands back up and the front end begins to lighten as we continue to close the gap left by our leader, his tail light getting ever larger. Closing and closing before the bright reminder that another corner approaches.