Mar 21, 2005 01:08
...Maybe at a light,... maybe
on the freeway,... any two lane street would do. There's that moment
when you initiate and they respond. You know you're on. From then on
it's just a quest for the right opportunity. The anticipation builds.
A lot of communication happens with no words. An aggressive lane
change, a flick of the throttle, the flashing lights, the three
fingers, the three beeps of a horn,... there are lots of ways to
express it. It becomes clearly mutual. They want it. You want it. You
are like minds with the same desire and you need each other to
experience that intense but fleeting moment. It finally happens. The
focus is so extreme the rest of the world melts away and it's just the
two of you. The endorphins are rushing through your body but you don't
even notice. You give it everything you've got as you watch the needle
climb to the redline and then throw it into the next gear, just to
watch it climb again. If you have the chance you throw a quick glance
to your side to see where you stand, but you're probably too consumed
by the moment to let your eyes stray from the gauges or the road
ahead. Before you even had a chance to think about it a winner was
declared and it's all over. You finally realize that every muscle in
your body has tensed. You tingle and shake. You don't know who they
were, where they came from, what their name is or even the sound of
their voice. You part ways, likely never to see each other again. But
that person just got you high.