As I step outside, a momentary chill envelops me. I shiver once, lock the door, and stride purposefully toward my mount.

I turn the ignition, and the big cruiser springs to life with a growl. After a few seconds of rough idling, she settles in to a low rumble.

I stretch, and finish putting on my helmet and gloves as I watch the fog swirl in the triple beams of my headlights.

First gear. I slowly roll through the fog, leaving swirling trails of emptyness behind me. The fog is so thick, I can’t hear the engine echoing off the buildings – I might as well be in the middle of nowhere. Silence and dark all around me, as I glide through the dark, an island of light.

I twist the throttle, and the powerful engine snarls as I accelerate away. I work my way through the gears, moving along like a rocket – pointed on one end, red glow from the taillights behind me.

I pull over at a gas station to fill up – even as I’m standing there under the bright lights, it feels like I’m alone out there.

I merge onto the highway and into traffic. The fog has lifted in a tunnel-shape that follows the highway… I suppose enough cars go by to continually fight it back.

I drop back into the thickness of the fog as I exit the highway. In a split second, I go from almost no fog and light to pea soup and darkness. Once again, I am a rocket, roaring through the dark.

I pull into the parking lot, and let her idle for a few minutes. The tendrils of fog caress the headlights, as if they are calling out to the machine….

“Come run with us… run….”