Serene

[Kate]

The sun beats down on your back, not with malice, but definitive intent to hold you in place & lull you into a false sense of complacency. The wind is not to be left out & at first prickles the hair on your bare arms uncomfortably & sneaks tendrils of your hair from under the rim or the confining helmet to annoy you & makes a rat's nest of the hair that is unfortuante enough to be below the edge of it. . Gradually it awakens every pore on exposed skin & teases it, torments it, & makes it feel like silk cascading over you ever so gently, evenly & continually, as you push through the warm summers air.

The rythmic cadence of the motors ahead, beside & behind make you feels safe somehow, or at least protected, but that too is a lie.. & it is the sudden coolness that hits you to remind you of that, when you round a corner & ride under a canopy of trees, that have resisted all attempts by the sun, to allow warmth to intrude.
You breathe deeply,. feeling your shoulders rise & your belly swell, you flex your fingers off the grips, arch your back & stretch out towards the windshield, & as you straighten, sigh & exhale, your mind is clearer, & you brace yourself for the heat that you know will hit you in 5...4....3...2...Now!

And so you ride aware of the surroundings, yet focused on where You are right at this moment... & the proximity of those who ride with you, as a group, yet neither friends, or even acquaintences.

Finally you pull to a stop, smiling as you hear the cacophony of gears shifting & throttles barking, as over 170 bikes vie for parking spots as
close to the destination as possible.
And the heat is merciless...
But the beer, & water is cold, & when sipped slowly, refreshes.
You feel the sweat slide down your face & between your breasts & look to see that others have been observing, & you smile, because there is really nothing else you Can do...

And yet again you ride, although gingerly, until your hands no longer burn on the grips & your body reaches the temperature of the seat. Or maybe it is the seat that cools to your body...

And suddenly, inexplicably, you catch that Zone.. & the bike has melded with you & it all "works" & you Know, absolutely, & totally, that for a few moments, even many moments, you really Are, invincible.

Those that ride similarly somehow have managed to group together.. it is all as it should be, Life offers no mistakes. When you hit that wave, they catch part of it too, & you exchange that Look.. that Smile, & there is no power strong enough to prevent any of them from smiling back... & you fleetingly wonder when it was the men last smiled, really Grinned, for the sheer pleasure of the ride...
And you laugh, gleefully, completely Joyfully... & you go.. you just Go...

And you are oblivious to the pain in your life, to the demands on your time, to all else but the ride, the speed, the sensual feel of windsilk on your skin, the sun branding the outlines of your shirt to your body, the thunder in your ears, & the sensation of flying...

[FATboy05]

FANTASTIC KATE!!! Thanks

[TexasRed]

That was great Kate

[Mominatrix]

You just amaze me Kate. That was fantastic!!!

[Kate]

Thank you