Two 50+mile trips on the odo, this moto-cycle breaths the petrol-laden mix of highway fumes & hot Texas spring air. I breath it also, issuing a gentle touch on the handlebars, the balance and squeeze and twist. The wonderment of freedom of light & sound & feel of her resonance at the frequency chosen by the angle of the wrist [the twist] and the angle of my waist with thighs squeezing her frame, holding on. "Is there a seat belt on this thing?" Ha! Funny you should ask! I think not.
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