Wind-rush. Come on, come on, come on. Feel the fucking burn, baby. Eat my dust you piece of shit. She pulled around the meat truck like a bat out of hell, her motorcycle purring like a tiger. Tears burned her eyes, even with her helmet on and the wind out of her face.
Fuck you, asshole. Eat my exhaust. She flipped the driver a bird, just for the
hell of it. The truck chased after her, swerving and weaving all over the road. The old man behind the wheel rolled his window down and threw a beer
can at her. She flipped him off a second time and tried to pass him. When he caught up with her
again he was yelling obsenities at her. She paced herself beside the truck, flipped up her visor.
"If your dick's as small as your brain, your in trouble, buddy!" Then she revved it up and
sped
farther and farther ahead of him.
Nothing ahead of her, nothing behind. Her chest felt hot, tight. Swollen eyes, tears blurring her vision. She could not concentrate on the road ahead, and yet could not bear to think about anything but The Road. Her head felt heavy, dizzy. She wanted to take off her helmet and throw it to the wind, but did not. Instead, she accelerated and enjoyed the roar of the bike and the road. She threw her legs out from the bike and screamed just for the joy of it. She looked far down the road. A curve ahead! She drew in close to her bike and raced to the curve. It drew closer and closer in her view. It seemed fake, a facade, like the screen of a motorcycle game in the arcade.
The curve was upon her, she gave the bike all she had. Her ears hurt as if she was too deep under water or like she was on a plane and her ears wouldn't pop. She wanted to yawn and try to pop them, but her jaw was clinched tight. She had lost her concentration. And now she was too deep into the curve. She held the bike tight, bracing against the handlebars forcing them into the corner.
She jerked her head and her heart knocked hard in her chest when she noticed a pedestrian stepping, obliviously, into the street right in her path. Oh, FUUCCKK!!!she was screaming. And the wind and the engine were screaming, too...
