As high as the sky

It’s cold.. almost freezing… the temperature is about 3-4 degrees Celsius. The time is about 10:00 PM… I open the door and get out… the walk to the bike is so quick I don’t even realise that i arrived… I start the engne… hoping that the gas will be enough to get to the gas station… while the engine is warming up, I keep thinking about the whole mess in my head… I hate it… I hate it all… me, the situation, the whole damn thing… I just want one thing right now… to ride… everything in my head and body is in need for the thrill… finally, I start to ride to the gas station… slowly, gently… the rpm’s aren’t high at all… and I’m so sorry about that… but I have to arrive at the gas station on the bike, right? I stop near the pump and start filling the tank… I didn’t fill full but, just enough to make me satisfied… I pay the cashier and… get on the bike… the gloves are slowly covering my hands… my fingers… the helmet is tight on the head… the jacket also… I think I’m ready… I ask for forgiveness and I start the engine… it purrrs and I think it kind of asks me if I’m gonna set it free on the road… I smile and gently move my head as an affirmation… „Yeah… you’re gonna feel good tonight cuz I’m gonna set you free…” I slowly exit the gas station and start running… the first 6000rpm sounds good.. the next gear’s 7000rpm sounds even better… but I must be careful… in the city there are still many cars, many drivers… I arrive at the start of the road exiting the city… and easily move the bike between the cars… I can see in front that there are fewer and fewer cars… that can mean only one thing for me… time for me to really ride…I put my visor fully down, I open the air vent in front of the helmet, I put myself over the gas tank, I think again about it all and with one move of the wrist, I bash it all… it’s only me now… only me, my bike and the open road… only a few cars on it but only more fun for me… the rpm are growing… fast… the speed is also rising… the heart is pumping… fast… faster… I feel almost like I’m flying… but I’ve just started… the cars I’m passing seem to be like toys… they’re moving so slow… I almost feel like a rocket… the accelerations seem to be explosions of feelings, sensations and andrenaline… oh, sweet andrenaline… I know now… I realise it… I have no power over it and I don’t even want to escape… yes, I am addicted… and I love it… my body is on the bike but my soul… is somewhere up in the sky… my eyes see the road but my mind sees the clouds… after a few stops in the city so that my lungs can feel better, I park the bike, and look at the clock… I really am amazed… about 2 hours have passed by… and I felt them like only a few minutes… but I’m thinking about the moment earlier when I got on the bike… the difference now is that I’m smiling… satisfied… so satisfied… my mind is free now… and I’m high… as high as the sky…