I’m sitting here on my motorcycle at the junction. The red stop light shining bright in it’s prominent position high above the empty carriageway.
There is eager anticipation flowing through my veins.
My single cylinder 500cc engine humming elegantly beneath me. The slight smell of petrol and exhaust fumes lingers in my nostrils. The cool summer night air caresses at my neck, I pull up my bandana. My leather jacket zipped only halfway up.
The light changes to orange, I press my left foot down to change into first. The light hits green I release the clutch and open the throttle. The engine roars to life and I fly off into the night. . . .