I like motorbikes.
I like the
way I feel like I’m freefalling whenever I make a steep turn.
I like the brisk,
chilly way the air feels at night after rain.
I like the soft,
ticklish way sunlight feels on my skin, especially when it’s been filtered through
trees.
I like riding
past cars during rush hour, and flipping off the asshole drivers that try to
cut lanes just before the turn in.
Know what I
don’t...
