…And it’s banging… Corner by corner, turn by turn, the bend of the asphalt and the rise of the road. The way your heartbeat races. That feeling of floating. The movement in the sky. The movement among the lines as you glide from edge to … Read More →
Tag Archives: CA 41
Crashing Waves
The Raptor lifts. It’s claws out. And it’s eyes down. Always on the hunt. Forever moving with the landscape and rising above the trees. Rising above the noise. The wind whips. The clouds separate. And then they focus tiny tunnels of light on slimmer pieces … Read More →
Chasing What Remains
It is an acerbic expressway, hardened by time and fluid to the touch, yet built through the prism of a window to another era. Egalitarian in construction, its rambling mass flows from one hillside-avenue to another, clasping hands with the countryside as it sways from … Read More →
Vista Advancement
Gears are grinding as the pistons churn and the machine envelops yet another twenty-four hour news cycle. Another day that should be marked on a calendar and recalled many, many moons from now, when I’m old and gray and feeling frail, perhaps wondering where my … Read More →
Rippling Asphalt
The tarmac is somewhere between damp and desperate as she dances away. Instinctively I start to fight it, maybe even fear it, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t need me. She’s all grown up. Free. Able to feel and emote and move. Blipping the throttle, … Read More →
Chewing the Malt
The sun is diving down from beneath the stratus as I stand on the edge of eternity. In mere seconds a very blue day has become a very orange one. Life is now brilliant. And bright. And gold… And incredibly horizontal. The water cutting such … Read More →
Choice
The road flat out flies as the asphalt fades into the distance. To the left stands a evocative valley. To the right a constantly evolving mountain. And ahead a piece of simple, basic, brilliant tarmac that’s straddling the intersection of the two. The intersection of … Read More →
The Vivid Vista
There’s a shake… And a shutter… And the slightest side to side maneuver… The engine hums, its bangs, it butts its head up against the limit… A sense of excitement and purpose and pure joy flows… The kind of overt outpouring that makes one take … Read More →
2 Tanks of Fuel Fantasy
You know you’re having a kick ass sportbike ride when you find yourself filling up the tank for the second time before noon… And today was that kind of day… I suppose it shouldn’t be all that shocking really, like many things in life, the … Read More →
Serenity Rises
A blue blacktop of never-ending daylight screams across the horizon line as the machine’s pulse rises and falls in an endless cycle of movement. Rubber rips. Throttle cables advance. Gears roll on. The engine rumbles. Planted, the machine echos through out the valley floor. I … Read More →