When all is said and done, it’s a calming, heavy breath sedation. An intimate bell tower pounding from the head enveloping down the remainder of the body as the right hand seizes the throttle like tightened steel and the eyes search every 5 cars in a 90 mile an hour metropolitan weave.
It really is all about the lean.
The sound of that bike continuously inspires you to make it go faster, lean lower and push a little closer. Few things encourage you to realize the dire import of living in the moment for what’s true and beautiful.
Then when the stand comes down so does the temperature and the softening fall of reactions, the fuzzy warble of the highway now a distant lullaby wooing the adrenaline. Seducing the screaming intensity of what was just exhilarating into becoming something soft, warm and woeful.