The road goes on forever

 

Sometimes you just have to get out, get away and fly. 

It's still cold and the roads are cluttered with the get home masses but it's not a want, it's a need. 

Helmet muffles the traffic drone and the wup, wup, roar of the big vee twin Guzzi hits back at them like paired fists. 

Into first and the back wheel scrabbles for grip on the car parks loose surface. 

OUT,OUT,OUT, onto the road and sorry no manners, no quarter given.

I don't care about you and you're sensible, respectable life. 

The pain behind my eyes is dagger sharp and blunt force trauma heavy. 

Through the gears and in and out of the metal boxes, on, on , on, faster baby. 

The road clears and the bike leaps forward chasing the horizon. Nothing, just wind roar and the heavy engine heart beat. 

Chasing down a green and brown tunnel, flashes of sky and fearful faces, rat like and pinched from behind triple X safety glass. 

Lost in time and space, a few minutes at a hundred per feels like a lifetime. 

The pain subsides and the road becomes a snake writhing like a stripper, dancing for dollars. 

I smile and back off to a respectable speed. It's a drug and I'm a happy addict. 

The road goes on forever.