Part 1 of Essay
The wind blew the strands of my long brown hair like streamers behind me as I let the Harley Davidson’s V-Twin motor unwind. It plastered my beard to my face and whipped the skin of my cheeks. My black T-shirt flapped in the summer breeze behind me and clung to my front like wet cloth. The roar of the wind passing between ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... path. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed loudly. My five-hundred-pound metal stallion lunged relentlessly toward disaster, even though my right boot stomped hard on the rear brake. The bike fishtailed back and forth as I sought a path around the car – I first veered toward the ditch and then to the opposing lane, but a station wagon was already filling the gap and heading my way and the barb-wire fence and deep ditch barred that route. I laid my gallant monster on its left side and the asphalt screamed in protest an ....