Zola the Chopper

For the first time ever, I was on a motorcycle this past week. Allow me to introduce Zola, a beautiful fiery red chopper, and her owner, Stephen:

The experience was incredible.

And that’s all I’ve got for you at the moment – it was incredible.  We traveled through Grapevine, opening it up out on the access roads paralleling the highway, crossed Grapevine dam, wound our way through downtown.  I got into my car the next morning and something was off; the car wouldn’t respond or go like Zola (nor its driver) did.  I found myself speeding excessively, windows down, in a subconscious attempt to feel as open and free, thrilled and submissively trusting – as I had the night before.

It’s still riding on my mind, the wind through my hair, forcibly filling my lungs and etching my face.  And that type of submissiveness – to the driver, to the bike, to the elements – yet still maintaining a dominant presence.  Hmmmmmm….

It’s a perfect experience for a shift in a person’s outlook, if not being.

Hmmmmm…

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2 Responses to “Zola the Chopper”

  1. Lou May 14, 2010 at 4:13 pm #

    Uhh…duh (perhaps)

    How many times have I told you about this exact experience?

    Maybe…just maybe, one of these days you’ll actually start listening to me. 😛

    • Anne Hollander May 14, 2010 at 9:00 pm #

      I’ll start listening to you when you trade in your testicles for ovaries.

      Or when I have a blinding rock on my hand.

      Good luck with either. 🙂