Midnight...

the world is sleeping (your half in any case... mostly)...

your motorbike on highway which is mostly empty...

hillside road going uphill then suddenly downhill, good moderate sharp corners...

To your right, the scenic beauty of nature..

Moon is almost full... you see the sea s little in the distance...

moon reflected in the sea..

cool breeze... the temperature has dropped to a very cool.. almost chilly...

The howl of rubber on tarmac, a sound as divine as that of a wave on a quite beach..

The shrill cry of Wind in your ears..

No helmet (well FU if you start about rules and safety and spoon..)...

The wind dragging tears from your eyes...

The motorcycle speeding to fastest possible speed, given the terrain...

You jumping in your seat left and right, taking turns as if it was a MotoGP race...

The smooth tarmac inviting more speeds as a few long straights come... you complying...

The wind in the hair... which is flying back, threatening to get torn off...

The feel of the cool wind on your face...

The tug of it on your jacket...

There you go... riding alone...

The Wind... the road... and the lonely Rider...

ahh...

a good way to spend a night...