I Challenge You to Challenge Me to Write

@Fungirlmmm's Writer’s Weekly Challenge - Week of March 21, 2019

https://similarworlds.com/3724831-I-Challenge-You-to-Challenge-Me-to-Write/2571898-WRITERS-WEEKLY-CHALLENGE-WEEK-OF-MARCH-21-2019

Choose at least four of the words below:

Distance
Interstate
Sleek
Curves
Throttle
Backroad
Speed

Additional challenge if you choose to accept it. Write a post about one of the following pictures:


The screen door slammed shut as she threw on her leather jacket. She was ready to go and couldn’t wait to get on the road. There was still a crispness in the air, but the sun was shining, the blooms of spring pushing old man winter out the door for another year. She could hear the birds singing and the crunch of gravel under her boots as she made her way to the sleek ride loitering in the driveway. Her pride and joy was a twisted cherry Road Glide motorcycle, and she was antsy to feel the power between her thighs when she fired up the engine. It had been a long winter, and she was ready for spring, ready for the respite her bike provided.

She enclosed her packed lunch and book in the side compartment, put the key in the ignition, and felt that old, familiar thrill as the engine purred to life. She fastened her helmet, tuned to her favorite rock-n-roll playlist then eased out of the driveway onto the street. She could go the distance on this bike, and she often took long, meandering rides, avoiding the interstate, preferring the backroads and the scenery found there. She’d lose herself on those rides, enjoying the feel of the wind in her face, the sun on her body, the power of the vehicle she controlled humming underneath her. She’d stop for lunch at a park or near the ocean, and read her book before taking her time on the ride back home.

Now, as she kicked her bike into gear, her mind was focused on the road, on navigating the curves and going almost full throttle on the straightaways. She loved the rush of speed, her dark ponytail blowing behind her as she let out a whoop of pure joy at being alive and feeling the freedom of the open road. It was her escape, her solace and solitude. She’d waited all winter for this and was excited for spring, summer, and fall when she could get away from the weight of daily life and responsibilities and just enjoy feeling free, if only for a few hours.