West Coast Highway 5:48 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2013/09/19 at 16:45

We are on a bridge, an arrow straight length of asphalt stretching across the river. We are speeding towards a massive, slate grey wall of clouds in the distance, all around us, the incessant drone of wind, as it buffets our scooter. The young man in front of me is not the most experience scooter driver, neither does he have that solid build that would allow him to move unscathed through a storm, but I, with a few beers in my belly, am not particularly suited for driving either.  Here we are, two men equally unfit for driving, heading into a thickening tempest on a small scooter. As the rain hits me, I feel our insignificance all the more acutely…


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