“My Happy Place”

            Every person is different when it comes to their perfect place. Some people say mine can be a little strange at times, but it is the perfect day to me.

            The time is early morning to mid afternoon. The sun is radiating down bursting with warmth and light. There is not a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky. The grass still has a slight bit of moisture from the morning dew. In the distance a turkey gobbles as he wakes up to begin the day. The faint sound of rushing water can be heard from a small stream nearby. The trees reach into the sky and cast long, deep shadows back down to earth. The smell of pine lofts through the air as I sit on my finely tuned instrument of speed.

            I began revving the engine as my heart begins to race. As I click the motorcycle into gear a rush of adrenaline is purged through my system. I start to ease the bike out and begin to move taking in everything all at once. As the bike and I become one, we start to react to each other. We can almost send messages to each other telling one what to do.  

            As I begin riding around observing everything within my field of vision, I start to throttle up. The bike and I start racing down the straight stretches in rhythmic repetitive motion. It is almost like a ballet of brake and throttle, it is truly an art. My heart is truly racing, pounding with every flick of the wrist. My breathing is becoming very heavy. My mind is numb. I am completely unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

            As I take turn after turn I begin to look further and further ahead to the next obstacle. Before I know it, the bike begins to lift off of the ground. I am quickly floating upward towards the sky. With another quick rev of the bike and a slight shift in body position, I aim the bike back down to the ground and prepare for a smooth landing. As the back wheel of the motorcycle touches down, I gun it. The bike takes off into another fiery rage.