The mist of the air passed in front of the motorcycle. A cool chill pressed over my skin and the hair rose in the goose bumps of my arm. I tugged at the jacket zipper of my leather coat. I passed the curve in the next turn and the mist rose from the valley. The roar of motorcycle rang on the walls of the mountain. My heart filled with the vibration of the excitement of the ride.
This was really good a description. It would be really nice to hear the description of the whole ride from the beginning to the end. I have ridden on motorcycles before but never had the nerve to drive one. The rush is hard to describe but you did a good job.
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