my main woman said to me the other day as she looked at the motorcycle chain link bracelet i had on my wrist. "you're gunna ditch me for your bike. she's your one and only bitch. you're fucking married to her." (dead serious)
so i told her
have you ever felt that feeling, that one you get, its like you're one little cunt hair of a movement away from death. the one you get when you're going in excess of 265km/h, but that was just the last time you looked at the speedometer because you can't risk taking you eyes off the road, one false judgement could fuck your shit, youre coming through the bend at 200 and there's a coyote in the road, you dodge it and then pull out onto the straights accelerating again and a cop puts his blue and reds on, your heart starts pumping adrenaline through your body, your eyes start racing. music pumping through your headphones, you pull the throttle harder and harder, your engine is fucking whaling like never before as you redline it flames screaming out your exhaust, dont even look back in that mirror that piggy cant even see you.. get off the next exit and split 50 sets of cars only to disappear in the urban jungle. the sun is shining.cars, pedestrians, cyclists, trucks, cops, kids, old people, gorgeous women, dogs, cats, skunks, oil slicks, tar snakes, debris, gravel, traffic lights, noise. ready for anything. every miniscule fraction of a second counts, split second decision making. you dont even realize how close you were until after. the deficit of comprehension and sometimes perception between event and reaction.. whats that feeling like? like try to tell me where your mind is at that point in time. describe to me that feeling mahhn. there's no way to put it into words.. but its better than sex and more addictive than any drug you will ever try in your life.