At 100 mph ...

Weather was perfect for riding. Of course, I was on my bike going through the curves of FM 2222.

I saw a lot of other riders, and I saw alot of other Porsche's, which of course prove my "Proshcetta" theory. Porsche stands for a unique passion toward the purity of driving : )

It was only me, the bike, the sun, and that next corner to take. Some might wonder, what is so fun about it? It sounds pretty stupid, riding for the heck of it!

Every morning, one get few minutes of peace, praying fajer, before it all starts. Another day of stressful "tasks" to do, deadlines to meet, places to be, fake smiles to stand, superficial relations, "racial insensitive" comments, standing strong after each mistake, and the hardest, holding one's identity in this chaotic world.

With all that, don't you dream of a moment in which you forget about everything, and simply smile. Not any smile, that smile you've had at 8 yrs old, when dady bought you that amazing gift. That smile on a 4 yrs old kid when he sees his mom after a whole day absence. It's that pure, innocent smile. That smile that you may have not had since your first real encounter with all the "ugliness" in this world.

At 70 mph, straight back, covering the brakes, getting ready to zip through the next corner, and waiving to other riders on both sides (I also waived to every Porsche I saw : ) ) At that moment, tell me what would you think of? Nothing .. absolutely nothing. You are alreayd at the zero point. At that point, you have already thought, decided, and send the orders to do what you want to do.

Leaning to the right, rolling on the throttle, your bike is hugging that corner, your hands are gently locked on the handlebars, your body is delicately sensing every vibration of the bike, at that moment, only thing is running you is that basic survival instinct.

"Basic instincts are bad ... they are the jungle law!" you might think. No, it's not that what I mean. If one has learned good techniques and skills, they will come up in the most stressful moments. That is the same with life. Along the years, one's personality was engraved with every moment he lived. If the good seeds were instilled at one point or another, they will surface eventually.

At 100 mph, one don't think of that test, that problem. One doesn't think of last year, nor next year. At 100 mph, you only think of now. That second is priceless!

This is cowardness; this is running away from life. Yes, it is. But ... *sigh* (may Allah have mercy on Abu Thar) ... he was all alone, yet, strongly facing everything.

Coming out of the corner, your brain is aware again of everything the eye sees. You look around, and you notice the beauty of the mountains, the green trees, the lake, and everything you see everyday on the street without appreciation.

You straighten the bike, look ahead, and look for the next corner.

That is life at 100 mph. All you have is seconds to think, decide, and make the next move.