Ride

The Words:

motorcycle, air, clouds, wind, trees, road, speed, home, cow, bird, rock

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We hit 145 mph. I was clinging to him, the speed streaming past me in ribbons. Ribbons of cows and rocks and trees and birds. All floating together. All making up the wind. My neck jerked back and I laughed because the clouds were still. Still as they always were. What a road they would make!

I decided this was it. Home was plunging through the air at 145 mph on a motorcycle.

And to fear nothing of it.