Sportbike Riding-aka Flying

It looks like flying. Soaring low, barely skimming the ground with a knee as you pass it by at 60miles an hour- freedom of a sort I've not known. What will it feel like, I wonder? Somehow, the high I get from performing fouette combos on stage utterly pales beside the raw power that must course through his veins.

 

 

 

I can see it in their eyes when they talk about it- the same casual nonchalance I use when I try in vain to describe the rush of whipped ballet turns, and yet a power, and a moving force that echoes in their face and makes me half ashamed to put forward the analogy. And yet, the joy of perfect movement, whether it be rond de jambe en l'air, or knee-dragging through a course-- spectators or no-- it is all the same, is it not? The animation and poignancy of dance, or the potency and brawn of high speeds; it is all the same feeling in the end- a rapid variance of emotion and felicity that can only end in the anticlimactic void of stepping off of that stage, away from that bike. Can I help it if I liken every puissant thing I see to every beautiful experience I have known?

 

Well then, perhaps dance is a poor analogy, beside being another heady movement. Suffice to say, I love to move, to flow and rush and drink in the fiery adrenaline of muscular tension and excitement. And if I am guilty of anything in this, it is being too interested, too reaching, too eager to know and experience and feel the passion that I see in their eyes. I am cautious, willing more to watch and read and learn at first. But I know that once I feel that power, that inextinguishable fire, I will be unsatisfied with the ground beneath my feet until I feel it again.

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

sorry that it has taken me so long to read and review. it's been a crazy couple of years.

i really love how you compare ballet and motorcycle racing. how these two (on the surface) very different things are bound by the same art, the same balance, the same hightened rush of escaping gravity.

you had a nice grasp of language and vocabulary... edging on pretentious without going there.

eg. "The animation and poignancy of dance, or the potency and brawn of high speeds; it is all the same feeling in the end- a rapid variance of emotion and felicity that can only end in the anticlimactic void of stepping off of that stage, away from that bike." - really stood out to me in this way.

nicely paced. it had a general feeling i think we all experience but find hard to say as eloquently as you did here.

[*^*my*beautiful*zelda*l..]

Interesting. I felt like I was reading his in a book :o Its very well-written, you used powerful wording, it makes you look smarticle! :P lol, seriously, though, you've gone a great vocabulary-- Im jealous! :O lol anyway, you didnt well. I could almost feel myself in your place, watching these bikers speed by. Ive never seen those sportbikers except on TV O.o