Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. They belong to big companies with expensive lawyers. I'm just borrowing for a little bit and making no money.
I see the slightly sharp turn up ahead. Approximately five seconds until I get there. 5… 4… 3… 2… Inhale. Time seems to slow down. I slow down a tiny bit as I lean, shifting most of my weight to the inside of the turn.
Some people would think this speed a bit fast for the turn but I know my Ducati. I know how she ticks and her every little detail. I rely on that knowledge to get me through things like this. I rely on her never changing. She has never let me down yet.
I make the turn.
Exhale the breath I was holding. Time returns to normal and I accelerate.
This is one of the things I live for. The feeling of the vibrations the bike beneath me is giving off. The smell of ocean at Miami's shoreline. The sight of the ground and the buildings rushing past the Ducati and me. The shot of adrenaline I get when making a particularly risky turn.
I head home, taking the scenic route because of how beautiful the day is. I turn onto my street. I see a Hummer in my driveway. A redhead walks to the front of the Hummer from the other side and looks at my bike and me. I do a wheelie to show off for him. He is my boss, my friend, my lover and my Horatio, all rolled into one. He is the other thing I live for.
Please read and review. This is only my first story in the CSI: Miami fandom. Is it good, bad, totally ugly? Constructive critisicsm will be much appreciated.