• Worn from the emotional troubles of my week, I turn my head to my cousins and give them a hand as they unload the solutions to our problems. We eagerly wet the feild as not to stirr clouds of dust and bring out our wings of freedom. Thick rubber wheels support these crude bulks of metal of which we ride. Seizing my chance, I mount my metal steed and turn it on, after a moment or two of annoying shifting problems, I am off. Easy at first, then working my way into the higher speeds. Drifting on the turns and speeding on the straight aways, every little bit of it an adrenalen rush, but all of it easing on my mind. My problems are blown away by the winds that I rip through and my pains are torn and flung away by the rough tires that rapibly spin to keep me going. I am free, free to enjoy the intensity and the peace that i find within it. I still have subtle thoughts about how it would be nice to have that special someone waiting for me on the side lines, but these thoughts come and go within seconds. I almost wish this could last forever, but before long, I must pull over and let my cousin ride so that he can get out there and take his turn at freedom.