The Road to Lazarus (The First book in the diaries of Lazarus House)
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With a grace he had only seen in few riders in the world he knew his idea had already been played out in her head, as she took the harsh downhill right hand sweeping corner she crossed his front tire with about an 1/8th of an inch to spare then he saw her hanging so far off the bike she was dragging her knee and elbow on the asphalt, sending sparks flying back at him as she muscled the bike and herself through the corner.
Raven was laughing in her head as the song switched to “We Belong” while she exited the corkscrew corner her mind was already focused on turns nine and ten where she had been several times when she took racing lessons from the famed champion Kenny Roberts at this track when she first started working as a cop. She loved motorcycles with a passion in those days, only to have the passion extinguished by her ex-husband when he sold her bike two months into their marriage. She cleared that thought from her mind and stayed in the moment, how she had always wanted to be with a man that shared the same passion and desire to haul ass on a track that pushed you to your limit. As she leaned to her left side she accelerated into corner nine where others would be braking, she could feel Gabriel come up next to her on the outside he was accelerating as well gaining speed down the hill into turn ten, as he came up her outside she felt him spank her back side as he passed her. This time he was wiggling his ass at her. She laughed out loud at his gesture. She could see him enter turn ten and just man handle his bike through the corner he too was dragging both his knee and elbow as his bike hung on the edge of a controlled spin and an absolute bone crushing wreck.
She loved the danger of this sport, it was a turn on to her how you could be on two wheels doing speeds that border on insanity and hurl your body parts at the asphalt to keep you balanced. Man she missed this!! Now it was time to school her husband one more time. As they came into turn eleven the final corner of the famed track, she down shifted to fourth gear, the bike screamed out the exhaust as the back tire hopped before it began to slide into the harsh left hand corner, as she entered the apex of the corner she gunned the throttle and shifted back up through the gears sending the torque to the rear tire as she accelerated it brought her front tire up in the air as she shot out of the corner, she looked to the outside to see that Gabriel was doing the same thing. The both rode to the start/finish line doing a standing wheelie at over 200 mph.
For the next few hours the two played on the track pushing the other past the envelope of what they could do the lap before. Until they were as one, the final lap was being watched by Gill and a few others from a vantage point high above the track.
The couple looked like the were long time dance partners as they hit every curve in mirrored fashion to the other the bikes weaved and turned inches apart, there was complete trust between the riders as they did a dance that can only be done at high speeds on two wheels. She looked at the two as they rode down the front stretch, both front ends in the air, shaking her head she looked at her guests her and said , “That is utter grace in motion my friends, just utter grace!!” Michael and Theresa looked at them and back at their friend. “That it is! That it is!!” they said together. The three walked down to the helo pad where Theresa and Michael climbed into a Helicopter. They took off towards the coast so Gabriel and Raven wouldn’t know they were there.
The couple pulled into the pit area as Gill was pulling up in her vintage Cobra. They both got off their bikes, seeing the tires blistered from the laps they had laid down, the engines were almost overheating. Like their bikes they are both hot and sweaty as they pulled off their helmets.
Gill walked up to them to see if they enjoyed their day. When she asks, they smile back at her. “Oh Yes we did!!” They both reply. “Thank you for letting us come out and play on such short notice Gill, I really appreciate it.” Gabriel said. She shook both their hands as she turned to leave. “Come back any time you guys, I enjoy watching poetry in motion!!” was her final comment as she drove off to do a lap on the track.
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