I'm focused.
I'm watching for the white line in the middle of the road. It snakes left, then right, disappears round a sharp bend, then stretches out straight to a vanishing point.
The bike and I are one. I'm part of it, part of the metal. We flip one way then the other, locked on the solid white line. My mind is blank. This is all there is. Life is far away. Here is just a thin strip of road, giant mountains either side.
I click down a gear, twist the throttle, the engine whines, and I scream as I accelerate forward, towards the vanishing point...
If my mother asks, I don't own a bike and this didn't happen.
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