Highway's hips, my neck is loose, my torso taut, and my toothy smile extends ear to ear. Breathing deep, I drink in the turn, letting it wash the thrill over me. Slinging us from side to side, Blackbird eats up the road like a wildfire on the prairie.
Taking one car-free curve of the mountainside after the other, my heart pounds in my headphones with the screaming beat of Rush's Red Barchetta.
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware."
A summer's road was meant to be shred, twisties were laid in the steep landscape for careening riders, and Highway was born to take me for a ride.
I'm in love ~ with the man, the bike, the road, the life.