Monday, February 13, 2012 ( The Motorcycle Wind)

The motorcycle wind rippled across my face today as I rode on the back of a lady's scooter. My fingers clinched deeply into her leather jacket and my eyes focused on her dyed purplish-brown hair. I never liked this lady. Although I am fairly certain that it was stereotypes acting behind this wall of discontent, I blame her inefficient working speed. It could take her minutes to accomplish things others can easily do in seconds. Somehow, the rich kid within me considered myself far more superior than her for reasons I can not yet explain. I just remembered that I disdained her very presence and I still did until I sat onto that motorcycle. I felt as if we were a small sailboat under the mercy of the tidal waves of a storm, I felt as if at any second, the whole motorcycle will tumble over sending both us of flying over the sky slow-motioned like the cartoons often illustrated. My helmet was coming loose and that brought the rate of my heart beat to a totally new level. " So your dad cooks breakfast and dinner?" The lady suddenly asked, her voice calm. " Uh...yeah." I replied, startled. " Does he cook chinese or american style?" " Um a little bit of both." " Alright than." The lady brought the motorcycle to a stop and I released my grasp and slid down the smooth leather seats. " Bye." she said. I didn't respond as I saw my dad's car parked in the opposite street. I can already imagine my brother's mocking expression when I get into the car . Now, I came to regret my decision. I should have raised me hand, and bid a simple farewell, then everything will be alright again. " Thanks", I said quietly to myself and for a mili of a second,  the motorcycle wind seemed to whizzed past my ears and rippled air blossoms.