The VROOOM effect

Have you ever experienced the exhilaration of speed? Ok, I agree that human life is too precious to be recklessly played around with. But I couldn't contain this primitive part of me which craves for speed. I love it when the wind roars in my ears, muting out the whole world around me. I love it when the eyes get all blurry and wet, and I love it when the drops get swept away by the wind. I love it when the surrounding contours change within seconds, as if in a movie playing fast forward. I 'feel' the speed more than I 'see' it. I have not seen how streets and trees and people look from a bike when you are riding at a speed of 100. I usually sit with my shoulders hunched down, hiding behind the rider. My eyes would become mere slits. Slight difference in the intensity of light filtering through the slits enable me grasp the changes in landscape. The periodic tightening-slackening of back muscles of the rider provides me with a good enough indication of whether we are in the city or the suburbs. By maintaining physical contact, I establish my trust in him. But not as much intimate as to distract him, never.

Each time the ride gets over, I feel like a child coming out of an amusement park. The 'it-was-over-too-soon' feeling actually lingers for hours after the ride. I again start craving for another speed-o-fest. Another heavy dose of Adrenaline. May be that's just me being me.