I remember my first time like it was yesterday. I remember looking down at the yellow stripes on the asphalt zipping by just inches below my feet.
I was so close to the road it was scary. At the same time the crisp, cool bite of the wintry air through my leather jacket was like a strong cup of coffee. I love riding in the rain too. Just looking out through my helmet as the rain soaked the world around me yet I kept dry. Being in the elements on a bike and so close to nature without the steel cage of my car was absolutely thrilling!
As Adam and I wind our way along the coastal route from San Francisco to Half Moon Bay I recapture those feelings again and my heart lifts in my chest. I forget about my argument with my best friend and the fight at the club last week and the only thing in my mind is the freedom of the road on the back of a bike.
I look down at the road passing just beneath my feet and it looks like we’re flying along at the speed of a rocket.
Just when I’m at the pinnacle of happiness I see something that brings me crashing down to earth; a shotgun.
