I'm Taking My Time On My Ride Novels & Stories

Immediately I jumped down from the taxi, got on the motorcycle and he zoomed off. I grip the seat of the motorcycle tightly as it speeds through the traffic, after much drive, I glance at my watch again. It's 9:55 a.m. and I'm still a few miles away from my destination. My palms begin to sweat as I wonder if i'll make it to the interview on time.

Caelin The vibration of the bike underneath me is one of the things I love most about riding. The way the bumps in the road move up through my body, the wind slapping against my face, and the howl of my bike slicing through the air as I speed down Louisville Road with my dad beside me. Early morning is our time. I'll never give it up, even for all the money in the world. We come to a stop over the river, obeying the red light. "Do you want to stop at the law office before or after breakfast?" he yells over the idling.

I need to lead her where I want her, not the other way around. I have a place in mind that not many people know about. I stumbled on it about ten years ago while out on a ride trying to clear my head. I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just drove taking all kinds of back roads when I came upon it. I have been going there ever since when I was having a bad day or just need to get away. We still had ten miles to go before I got Speed there so I would let her pass me before I would pass her to herd her in the right direction. When we finally get to the dirt road that leads to where I’m taking her I pull ahead and slow down. That road can be rough on my bike, a nineteen ninety scarlet red Ha

I spoke, wearing my helmet. “No ma’am,” she said, as I hopped on my bike. “It’s Luna for you,” I said while riding off. I could feel them behind me, but I rode. My position and experience were just not about to be tarnished. I had to prove myself, and I was going to do that by any means possible. “That was the slowest thing I’ve seen,” Rage spoke, coming in front of me, almost making me lose my brake and nearly hitting him. “Slowly, queen,” he teased, wiping off the dust.

I looked at Casey's silhouette that's barely visible in the dark and used my phone to leave a text to tell her where I'm going. I took the bike out of our garage and led it out of the house before hopping on and turning on the engine. I rode out of our neighbourhood and to the main road. It usually takes me 10 minutes to get to the café but seeing as it's late and there's not really many cars on the road, I think I can make it in a little over 5 minutes. A few blocks down our house, I checked my side mirror to see if there are any cars behind me and noticed that a black fancy car pulling out from the side of the road.

It took us two hours the last time; I'll push us both to get there in half the time. The wind tears through my hair, the weight of the pot steady against my chest, and the land races past in a blur of branches, earth, and purpose. Tonight, I end this.

Rebecca questioned whilst running out the pack house towards me. I thought to myself for a sec before answering, “take the bike with us but I won't be riding along with you, I'll meet you all there” I smiled before exiting the place after putting all my luggage in the car. Looking at the time, it would only take about an hour to reach the Thunder Wolf Pack, so I'll just have to go by 9:00 the latest. Meaning I have about 2 hours to spare, what should I do? I questioned myself.

'A drunken mistake', and though I yearned for her, my pride won the battle over my longing. During my ride over here, I let the cool wind blow against me as I rode my black Yamaha Virago. It was the perfect time to let go, to not feel anything but the world around me and the hum of the bike as I sped free away from the city, and yet all I could do was rehearse what I might say to Lana if we met face to face tonight.

It isn’t real music, just rhythm and noise that keeps the nerves from catching hold. Four hours pass before I finally slow to a stop outside the grey, nondescript building. I forgot how far this place was. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe I just wanted the long ride to clear my head. I climb off the bike and stretch, rolling my shoulders once before walking up to the gate. It opens with a dull buzz after I press the intercom. No words exchanged. Just silence and permission.

There was a flicker in his expression, not quite a smile. “I bet you still take corners too wide.” I looked over at him, grinning. “Just quit complaining and try to keep up.” I took off before he could answer, pushing the bike harder than I needed to, the engine roaring beneath me as the road stretched out ahead, narrow and dark, the trees pressing in on either side in a way that made the whole bend feel tighter than it should. The ride should have cleared my head, but it didn’t.