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Tanned skin pressed against metal.
It's all heating up.
Metal tipped boots tip the lever and the game begins.
Hot, fast. Tires caress curves like hands tightly grasping a shaft in the darkness.
Rubber kisses pavement and the bike sings around the corner.
We're both pumping rhythmically, watching the dials dance with fate.
I'm so deep down into it, pulled together by wind and heat.
The sound of the exhaust announces us before sight. Its grunting. Holding tight and begging for release once the key is turned.
Gas, oil and spark mix.
We're all just going down the road.
So torque me and find out how far my throttle goes.
[ooc: Oshitari's journal was lonely. So I answered its call.]
It's all heating up.
Metal tipped boots tip the lever and the game begins.
Hot, fast. Tires caress curves like hands tightly grasping a shaft in the darkness.
Rubber kisses pavement and the bike sings around the corner.
We're both pumping rhythmically, watching the dials dance with fate.
I'm so deep down into it, pulled together by wind and heat.
The sound of the exhaust announces us before sight. Its grunting. Holding tight and begging for release once the key is turned.
Gas, oil and spark mix.
We're all just going down the road.
So torque me and find out how far my throttle goes.
[ooc: Oshitari's journal was lonely. So I answered its call.]