Attack of the mucus man! It's time to get behind than motor bike and pedal like a banshee. Head half-cocked, breathing heavily and hands firmly clasped to the hoods, my rear wheel hovers inches from the tail of the scooter. A small hill...."get on the gas before the moto!" A small descend is coming...which means this crest is going to tip the speeds back up..."out of the saddle and pedal dude!" Dailing in the intensity, I raise a hand off the bars to indicate to my driver a change in speed. Like the evil emperor of long-forgotten Rome, I indicate my own fate with a thumbs up or a thumbs down, one half of my conscious pushing the limits of my body without remorse for the poor sucker who is going to be asking for a drop in speed only minutes down the road. Oh the beauty of speed.
It's time to make it or break it. Might as well rock out!
Labels: Lifestyle
