The open road

She twisted her hair into a knot, slipped it down the back of her jacket, and pushed her helmet low over her face. She balanced on the booted toe of her left foot, and pressed down hard with her right foot to start the old bike. It obligingly roared to life, and she grinned. They'd been through a lot together; they'd taken good care of each other, and they were both still running after more than a quarter-century of roads.

She knew it was annoying to the cars behind her, but she didn't care right now. She knew every twist and turn of this road, and she wanted no one in front of her, so she deliberately held back, going as slowly as she could on the straightaway. And then . . . magic. She opened the throttle, leaned into the curves, and saw the road just inches from her face as she flew up the mountain.

© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel


Copper, sterling silver, lampwork by Melissa Vess of Inner Realm Creations, freshwater pearls, citrine, glass beads. Hand fabricated.