I fasten my helmet
I am the only one inside
Nobody else is in here
Ignition on, the fuel pump whines
Stab the red starter button
Electrical current wakes the moving parts. Liquids circulate
The cacophony and vibration commences together
There is a violence and a softness to the audio
The sound of something familiar
The journey starts
Cold! The engine, the brakes, the seat, and the full petrol tank on my inner denim clad thighs
Harmony. The rider-moto partnership ensues
Needles move on dials. Slowly. Faster. Quickly
Trees pass by. Some fast
Fluctuation. Wind noise, engine noise, road direction and speed
Tarmac. Smooth, potholes, ripples and small stones
Suspension. Firm, but sensitive
Clutch rattle. That signature sound
The bike feels good today
Senses! Tuned to maximum
In my helmet. There is only me.
Except today is different. The people of Ukraine are inside with me today.
I shout, shout, and let it all out!
Title inspiration: Tears for Fears.
Photos by the Author.