Grip on the Throttle

The air was damp and cool around me. I tested my balance first, steadying my posture atop the motorcycle. Slowly, I curled my fingers around the right handlebar. The rubber grip yielded under my pressure, firm and real. I adjusted my boots on the footpegs, feeling the weight distribution shift across the frame. Everything responded with absolute precision. Up ahead, the city glowed quietly under the distant spotlight in the clouds. I am ready.