P…S…A…

If you wouldn’t date yourself…

Don’t even think about dating me. Seriously. Just don’t.

 

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  1. When I go by the entrance I downshift into second. The front wheel taps the pavement gently as I lean into the acceleration. The longer I stay on the throttle the lighter I become, moving through space. The landscape moves by and by the time third gear comes the pulsing roar fills my ears and I’m sure you can hear it through your windows. I click up, revs drop, gas on and again the sound climbs to deafening staccato. My only connection a one way message. Asynchronous communication to you. I am lost in the blur tucked behind a tiny piece of plexiglass. 4th gear, 145 down the hill, the cars go by as if they are parked. I am moving for you. I am lost in this blur. Braking now and downshifting, my song, backfiring, third, second, roaring pain to you. Hear my cry.

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