03/23/2021
Oftentimes I find myself laughing out loud, smiling wide as I lean into and come out of a corner hot and fast. My heart racing and beating furiously in rhythm with Les Claypool’s funky crazy beats inside my bluetooth helmet. I twist on more throttle the moment I realize that my angle, speed and my line of approach are all correct, keeping me from going down and wrecking in a twisty. It is the impossibly perfect reality I find myself in that brings on the euphoria. Unable to satisfy the thirst, and the hunger within, searching for a place of solace free from the demon lurking at the door..…I find a rise in the road ahead producing a sentinel like tree line coming at me at 50 or 60 miles an hour, and not slowing down, trusting the machine firing mightily beneath me, I go all in… Leaning left and looking (long)-way past and thru the curve and trusting my lean, hoping my speed is correct and my lean is in sync as all senses on high alert ready to grab some emergency front brake with my right hand and simultaneously slamming my right leg and heel down on the rear brakes - if necessary- hoping like hell I don’t lock em up and start sliding sideways …With every bit of my senses alive ready for that moment, that very instant, when I know I’ll keep it in the curve, and not fall off the edge, and when that rapture hits I simultaneously grab more throttle as I grip and rip and smile wide as I feel my ass getting slammed into the seat as the Lunar Module seems as though it will pull me right off this earth and launch itself into orbit…….”She pricked her finger one day and it occurred to her she might have a porcupine”…and the beat goes on….

