My arc begins to turn. I begin to curve down at my prey like
a hawk going in for the kill. The world around me is on fire. My mouth is hot
and ready and my eye’s are ice cold as they fix on the landing ramp. I will
land this interview.
I could die here in the air. Leave my soul hanging in this
iconic position. I’m sure when I finally meet Evel in person he’ll have that
feeling. He’ll have been there. I’ll know him because I’ve flown like him. I’ll
have reached an intimate place that no other woman has reached with him. My
questions will be lust for his mind.
I pull tight on the handlebar of my bike and let its
mechanical head rear-up. Standing on my Olympian-throne I come closer. I have
succeeded in finding the invincible inside of me. I will awe the crowd. With my
trophy of Evelness I will return to the ground with no broken bones, no splattered
blood, no injuries except that of the earth yielding to my impact.
I see a passionate red!
A dark intense blue!
Then as the ramp reaches only a few feet away,
A
bright white flashes AND….
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