01-07-2017, 11:59 AM
(01-07-2017, 09:55 AM)EmptySea_imp Wrote: A Very Short Story - Draft 2
As a boxer leaps out of his corner ready to engage his opponent at the sound of the bell, so the Jeep suddenly jumped forward almost immediately after the rider sounded his horn. Now he knew that the previously stopped driver crossing from his right had neither seen nor heard him as his motorcycle approached the intersection. His brain began the speed-of-light calculations for action that most people call instinct. His eyes twitched back and forth, scanning for the information he needed. His left hand pressed forward 0n the hand-grip, moving his bike into the opposing and fortunately empty lane. This was a more subtle move than it might have been had not the rider already moved left, and sounded his horn for that matter, in response to that inexplicable feeling he sometimes got that the vehicle just might not stay put.He snapped his right wrist downward, the throttle rolling counterclockwise in his gloved hand. He also, for reasons still unknown to him, crouched into something resembling a motorcycle racer's "tuck" position, lowering his chest toward the tank and positioning his chin just inches above the handlebar. His bike smoothly rounded the front end of the SUV, now blocking about 3/4 of his lane. He pressed on his right hand, retook his center-left position in the proper lane, and continued true on his route.
He, like any good street motorcyclist, took no small degree of satisfaction that his intuition and instincts where up to the test just presented. Like them, he would deliberate on whether he'd be up to the next test and, again like them, he would keep his deliberations to himself.
Thanks to Cormanus for some excellent suggestions and edits. I think this version reads a bit better than the first.
Can't edit through normal means, but I wanted to make one more change, so I hit "reply" LOL
