DeeKnow’s Grotto

Summer heat in the nostrels, scent of freshly cut grass, hot sticky tar, stones flick on the under carriage. Another car: pass it. Another bike: wave. 3rd gear on the power-band fireing through the endless twisties hook the occasionaly 4th on the short straights, another welcoming corner, back on the brakes, body up then off the saddle, back on the throttle caneing it round the bend and onto the next.

Heaven. Absolute.

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