The ride.

Jan. 17th, 2004 03:05 pm
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I have to make a decision. It's not one I want or is it going to be something that will be easy. It will alter my life and others.

I cannot say what this decision is right now because I have yet to determine what my path will be.

I don't like hurting. And I don't like hurting others. But what must be done shall be.

*mysterious*




Today I was driving back home and needed to clear my mind. I was listening to the beatles. ( Did you know I'm a HUGE Beatles fan? )

So I decided to take the longer but still way more scenic Orinda route.

I usually only take this way when I want to enjoy my drive home and need some time to think.

The music was like the black to my white. Or the white to my black. It was the total opposite of my mood or situation.

I loved every second of it.

I decided to use green berry to her fullest extent today. I knew the roads would be empty and I haven't played with my toy in a while. When the stoplight passed over head I kicked it into high gear. 50...60...70....

" In a town... where I was born..."

I took the turns with sickening ease. Left. Right. Forward. Never backward.

I admired the open body of water to my right and the lush trees and hills to my left. Nothing but open road in front of me. 80....

" We all live in a yellow submarine... a yellow submarine... "

The tune kept carrying right along. The windows are rolled down and the wind is yanking at my hair with a lover's touch.

I smile and speed up just to listen to the engine sing.

It's almost in tune with the music. They're playing a game of catch-up.

The trees are a blur of greens and browns and I'm coming to the end of the hills.

" Sky of blue.... sea of green.. in our yellow... submarine.. "

I catch up to the other drivers on my path and am forced to slow down with sadness.

They don't go my way I come to realize. My mood arises again.

I turn right. They go forward. Once again. I'm on my own path.

40... 50... stop sign.

10...20...30...40...50..60...70....

It's getting to be my favorite part..

The turns are sharper now. Am I worried? No. The wheel is an extension of my fingertips. We are one.

The music has changed but I'm not paying attention any longer to what it's saying. All I care about is getting to the bottom of that damn hill as fast as I can.

There's a turn at the top. It curves to the right. It's straight down from here.

I take my foot off the gas and let my baby do her own work on this one. 80...70...

The hill curves sharply at the end and I manuever through it with perfection.

It's over. There's someone in front of me and they're hell bent on going the speed limit.

I sigh and adhere.

I play mockingly with a honda on the main road before I get on the freeway.

Did I ever mention how much I love driving?

Today, I took the road less travelled.



So today I cleaned.

CAST tonight.

May go hang out with Johanna at some point depending on the outlook of game.

And yes :)

Gonna go pick my classes now and be productive.

Date: 2004-01-17 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baronlaw.livejournal.com
Now picture you are laying atop the machine and it fits you like a lover. Tight leather pants, boots and gloves are all that is between you and open air. You can tell how fast you are going from the vibration of the engine transmitted through the tank to your chest. You hit triple digit speeds faster then must people can clear an intersection. When you think, the bike reacts. No time lag to make a turn, you feel the bike responding to your body. You want to pass a car and it happens with a twist of the wrist. Man and machine become one object moving down the road. Speed it's only goal and mission.
From: [identity profile] wolfjacobs.livejournal.com
I love to drive too. I'm kind of sad I quit process serving just because I'm no longer driving. Then again the places I was driving to weren't the best... hard to enjoy you're drive when you're heading to west or south east oakland. (then again there was the time I was heading north over skyline blvd towards the tunnel right at sunset... but that's another story)


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