My Church

The sun shines, filling my body with warmth as a smooth fast twisting road opens out before me. I twist open the throttle, quick but smooth, and the tranquillity of the countryside is shattered as my world erupts
in an explosion of induction roar, exhaust rumble and wind noise. I lie flat against the warm metal of the fuel tank, becoming one with the
bike, feeling the power pulsing through my body. Every muscle, every sinew, tightens and strains against the surging machine, desperately trying to hold on and retain control - control that feels like an
illusion as the scenery becomes a blur. My heart rises gradually into my throat and the adrenalin rushes forward making me feel sick. As the
rev counter needle rises towards the redline the bike screams its objections but I take no heed. Push. Push. As we surge forward I catch
a glimpse of a black shape to my side. I shift my eyes to see a giant black dog running alongside me, his short black coat shining in the sun and accentuating his taut muscular body. He turns his head towards me, his eyes shine gun-metal grey and he's smiling. He opens his mouth to speak. "these are the sunshine mushrooms my son, take them and all will be well". I turn back to the road, a bend is approaching at a furious rate. Back off. Back off NOW. Confront your fears, hold it, just....one....more....second, then back off. Brake brake brake. Let go. Lean the bike, LEAN IT, now go again, open the throttle, go go go.

This is my church.

There's no room here for beards and real ale. This is where the mildly unhinged reside, the little people who cackle like lunatics behind their
darkened visors when they exit the bend. You did it my son, the black dog came with the sunshine mushrooms and you won. You're upright. You're alive. Next.