by Missy Vinson
Screaming over his body, the wind disheveled any remainder of the ordered life Norman led. Flying twenty-six inches off the ground at an exhilarating speed does that.
Norman hugged each sensual curve in the road with a perfect balance of nonchalance and powerful control. As he glanced askew to avoid the brights of on-coming traffic, Norm sensed a female in the passing car, knowing she was imagining his smooth dexterity in another way altogether. The taut, worn leather encasing Norman was more than protective road gear – it revealed an animal nature displayed in his puma-like posture. Crouched low for speed, Norman did indeed appear almost predatory.
Licking his lips and scanning the roadside as he stopped at a light, Norman noticed the looker from the night before. He gunned the engine the second the light turned green. The wheels spun, creating an unforgettable mark with sound, smoke and a few sparks. She’d move a little quicker next time, maybe slide in behind him and slip her arms around him before he peeled off again. It was her call; Norman didn’t chase anyone.
He picked up speed again, weaving in and out of cruising cars full of wandering teens. A vibration hit him in the chest. Norman pulled over and quickly slid off his helmet.
“This is Norm…”
“Norman Mankin, where the hell are you? I need those diapers, NOW! The twins are both wet, and there’s only one left!”
“I’ll be home right away, dear!”
“That damn bike…”