The 450cc Bull

November 6, 2008
Saddle on
I grip the handlebars
Strained and ecstatic
The bike feels large
The handlebars wider
An unknown merriment
I twist the throttle
It sends me beaming
Cracking the air
Through the corner
The strife to hold on
It whips me into the wholeshot
The thumper and the roar
She bucks
It sends us sailing
A suave landing
Into a sprint
A rush

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