Slamming through the gears, racing through the corners; every turn calculated and precise. The engine gets warm, the road opens up. More up shifts, more speed, more adrenaline. Every corner instilling more confidence in the rider, and more rotations in the wheels. The wind pierces through the clothes and skin of the rider, like a whip, encouraging the rider of this two-wheeled beast to push his boundaries further and further. The speedometer continues to climb. Tears roll down the rider’s cheeks and his body is locked in place. In the rapidly approaching distance, a sharp curve shows its life, but it is no different from the rest. The bike is lined up for the corner, now faster than ever. Within a second, the bike is through the apex of the curve and ready to accelerate to record-breaking speeds. Taking his eyes from the curve to the straightaway, the rider is greeted by two lights like the red eyes of a demon. Instincts kick in, forcing fear to be neglected. The breaks are crushed by the rider’s hand. The back wheel skids along the hard, deadly asphalt and then departs from it all together. Gravity is broken as the bike balances on one wheel. The tick-tock of time ceases. The life of the rider flashes before himself. Everything that he was, and everything that he could be is presented to him, like a mockery for the stupidity of his recklessness. Then, like a crash of thunder, the world returned to its original state. The back wheel slams onto the ground as the bike maraculariously comes to a stop; rider still on his mount. The rider, gaining life back into his blood, takes a breath of relief as fog forms on the glass at the rear of a four-wheeled machine.
