Fifteen seconds. Two dashboards. And I know exactly where your eyes went.
Mine went there too when I watched the clip back.
A changing number is hard to ignore.
But the part I wanted to write about is the one you can’t see on either display.
On a motorcycle, I feel the air against my chest. In a car, I feel the seat against my back. It’s a different sensation, but I recognise the same instant in both. My body knows something has changed before I’ve had time to put it into words.
That’s the bit I love.
I can be thinking about six unrelated things in an ordinary minute. A call I need to make. Something I forgot to put in the bag. Whether I’ll have time to eat before the next appointment.
Then, for a few seconds, I have one thing in front of me and my full attention is there. It feels sharper than excitement. I’m aware of my hands, of how I’m sitting, of how quickly the view ahead is changing. There’s no spare part of me making a shopping list.
And then it’s over.
That’s when I notice the adrenaline most.
Everything around me can be perfectly ordinary again, and I still feel a little ahead of myself.
I want to talk. I want to laugh. If you ask me what I enjoyed, I’ll probably need a second before I can tell you.
I think that’s why I like watching these fifteen seconds back. I can see the exact moment the clip cuts.
I know what happened next, too.
I was still smiling.
Silvia
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