killerspike

It is raining today or as we like to call it in Hawaii, liquid sunshine. A wonderful time to go riding a motorcycle.

It hurts as if steel pins are being flung to your face then disipate.
Wind rushing through your skull peeling off the flesh.
Eyes through glassy little windows strain to see as the liquid sunshine glares.
Fingers frozen, heart beating, mind racing as people in odd boxes pass.
The freedom doesn't scare me, but lets me know that I'm alive.
Harsh gusting winds push me from one side to the other.
My foot ending up on somebody's bumper. Cool.
The ride is to short and the destination is here, but that's not the point.
It's all in the journey my dears.