Motorcycle
or
car,
I see them.
One riding next to the other,
or one sitting beside the other.
Don't look at them for they might
return
the
stare.
It's not safe to ride alone,
for them or me but I do.
They never are interested in me.
I must be doing something right.
Always
ahead
of
me,
disappearing out of view to the next speeder.
By the time I approach,
red and blue lights are flashing,
the driver's window down.
I know the driver is pissed,
cursing them under his breath.
Speeding on the freeway is bad.
Souped up Sedan or not,
a
ticket
is
issued.
I dare not look in the rearview mirror.
I don't want to crash.
I won't ever be the next one.
I slow down.
I leave distance.
The road is
not
mine
alone.
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