I love my bike and as I sit on it, and let the engine reverbate, I feel the power, the energy of something wild and strong under me, under my power, waiting to be unleashed. The smoothness of it, as it glides with vrooom, vrooooom all under the twist of my palm, as it accelarates, the thumping is glorious.
Thrill kills. It is a thin line.The wind blowing on your face. The hair fluttering in the wind. The buzzing of the wind on your ear. The tears dripping of your eyes coz of the speed. It gets the better of you and you zwing, zwang, and get past vehicles in a zap, and it becomes a joy ride in jiffy.
I now understand, what Eve must have felt in the garden. The thrill of it. Harmless for sure, but at what cost?