speedfreak

monday 8th april 2002 @ 23:08

the rush of cold air down my oversized jacket makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. or is that adrenaline. dashed lane lines blur continuous under my feet and vibration rattles my joints. engine noise and the smell of fresh oil erotic to me. on two thick tyres and the road ahead clear, my dreams come true and ancient lies and modern times fade into the blue. into the hills and away from the shore. i'm singing to myself but i can't hear my voice above the roar of air and exhaust. freedom...

reading: virtual light by william gibson

hearing: dream theater, nickelback

wanting: CBR 600

fearing: hypothermia before the summer comes