Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Bullets

The high-pitched engine shrills of two sportbikes and the deep gutteral roars of two Harley engines.  Yaaaoowww, pop-pop...pop-pop...yaaaoowww.  Like bullets shot from an assault weapon...the motorcycles blast off...



The aHbe Racer crew: Abe on his Harley Deluxe 1584, Sammy on his Suzuki GSXR 1000, Jay W. on his Honda CBR 600, and Rowe on her Harley Iron 883.  Out for a leisurely Easter ride.  Abe, leading the ride, takes the crew through the country roads of San Timeteo Canyon to Beaumont.  The crew had been riding in cruise mode.  Upon reaching a wide-open stretch of suburban road though, Abe slows his bike to a crawl of about 30 mph.  Confused, Sammy, Jay W. and Rowe slow their bikes to an excruciatingly slow pace as well.  Then, like a loaded cocked pistol, Abe tucks in, positioning his upper-body parallel to the gas tank (kissing chrome).  He revs his throttle several times and blasts off.  Pop-pop..pop-pop..sccchhhooommm.  From a crawl to flying in seconds.  Realizing that the race is on, Sammy flattens himself parallel with his handlebars.  Flying past Abe in seconds.  Yaaoow...yaaoowww...sccchhooommm.  Going so fast he inadvertently clips a bird as it swoops down from the sky.  Jay W., giddy at the chance to finally ride his CBR the way it was meant to be ridden, also shoots off.  His peripheral vision blurs beyond his helmet visor.  Yaaaoowww...yaaaoowww...YAAAOOWWW...



In the rear of the pack, Rowe leisurely maintains her relaxed ride.  She observes how the three bullet bikes up ahead resemble tiny little dots, spots on the horizon...

For the loyal followers of the aHbe Racer blog: you may have been wondering about the lack of blog posts these past two weeks.  Your blogger, Rowe, took a semi-sabbatical:  a moment to reflect during Holy Week...a chance to catch up on bookkeeping...and to be honest, a chance to just do nothing.   Newly rejuvenated, the time for a slow crawl is over.  Our speedometer awaits to blast off yet again.  The aHbe Racer crew, faster than speeding bullets, on the ride He leads, while the wheels are spinning...

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