June 2, 2012 11:49:39 PM EDT
(ah.)
i ride down the road on my Hayabusa, full throttle. i love the feeling of being on my bike. it's freeing. it makes me forget pain & pressure. love & hate. all that exists is my bike & the road. & the wind. god, the wind feels amazing. i ride, blowing past cars at 200 MPH. i'm pissed, but i ignore all emotion. just me & the road. & the cop trying to follow me. keyword: trying. i hit the nitro & top out at 275 MPH. the poor cop is left behind in the dust. i turn around & head back to the apartment complex.