Tunes and memories
Just kipping on the grass in the 35'c Aussie day heat (hard life eh?) and listening to Fake Sound of Progress by the Lost Prophets.
Now, this album was one of my top albums when I was a teenager, so there's a lot of memories attached to these tracks, and it's a brilliant album to begin with, so there are a LOT of goosebump moments!
But I've only recently got back into this album, and it was when I started riding with headphones in. Therein lies my current issue. I really REALLY fuckin miss my bike. I mean, seriously. I was doing 500+ miles a week just riding for the sheer joy of it, and not having given it a proper seein to for 3months, then moving 10,000miles away has taken it's toll.
There is NOTHING more satisfying (with your clothes on) than having the FSOP track blasting out of your headphones, inside your helmet, the vibration and muted roar of your engine climbing as you push through the 100+mph bends of the Loomies run, just sat in the powerband, explosive acceleration available at the flick of your wrist, bike cranked over, tail skipping out as you lay on the power thru the mid8 of the track, the music building as the speedo ticks over, click into 3rd, 110, 125, the music ringing over the exhaust note, as both reach their crescendo just as the road opens up, into forth thru the moshy bit, 135, 150, hangin off the bike to make the bend, perfect line, into 5th, open straight road as the dual vocals come in, full throttle, engine dips as you change up into 6th, flying thru space as the chorus crashes back in, engine screaming, tunnel vision thru 155 till you top out at 167, the world flashing by in a blur, and then it ends, filler track, find a lay-by, heart pounding, shaking with the adrenaline, grinning from ear to ear, feeling most definitely ALIVE, you pause the iPod and get out the cigarette, need to slow your heart before starting again. Only another 10miles, should be there in 6mins at this rate, passing the cig to kel as she wraps her lips round the tip and inhales, our eyes meet and I smile, co's we both know what I'm thinking about doing with those lips...we stub out the cigarette, an imperceptible nod and we put our helmets on, iPod back on, the bikes roar into life and we disappear off in a raucous cacophony of high revving, high powered engine notes.
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