Last week communting to work along SH1 in between Porirua and Tawa going south. Not really paying attention to my speed - more concentrating on keeping a nice smooth rhythm filtering between the mobile chicanes.
Motorcycle cop ahead standing next to bike with radar. He puts his hand out flat and makes the "slow it down buddy" sign.
I back off and look at the speedo - 125... wave to the cop.
Sometimes you get lucky.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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