Free A Biker's Testimonial by Ty Haven Page A

the
"eye", but I am not seeing anything that I want to fold up like
laundry.
     The fellas and I are chillin at a bar called Illy’s .
It’s cool and rustic. Perfect guys bar with TV’s all around so we won’t miss
game scores.  Time passes while we laugh and looking at all the things
that pass through. I glance over towards the entry way...Wait a minute... It’s
her... She just caught my eye again. Is that? Yeah... That’s the same chick that passed by earlier…I can’t forget that face and that body...
Nah... I’m going to take a pass this time... Damn... We locked eyes again...
Keep walking miss... Keep walking...
    ----
     We are all on our bikes,
riding... Popping wheelies, stuntin ' and talkin ' shit... Its time to
blast... This moment is what we call down to Bike Week for.... To chase the moon... We are a pack like wolves...bikers...
We ride our bikes as fast as they will go to be wild and free... My brotha " Geno " jumped
out there and then my other brother "Black" fell in line... It’s
on... I look down at my gauges to see my speed, 175 and counting... 186...
194... 202 and holding... I’m reaching for that stillness, that clarity, the
place in speed that sets you free... Conquering all thoughts that try to
restrain me from my destiny... 203mph.... All I can see is a blur and my fellas who aren’t pussy to ride just like I am... At this
speed, the wind tries to pull you off your bike. The noise makes you think that
you’re inside a jet with the cockpit wide open... And in this time and space,
we chase the moon... Nirvana...

Chapter 3: Serenity

 
     
     
    Back at the beachfront hotel the fellas are in the room drinking, but I'm the lone wolf so I
take this time to be alone and chill. This is just how I am, my brothers know
this, and they understand.  While sitting at the pool, listening to the
waves as they crash against the shore, I take notice of a figure to my left.
 It’s a woman.  And her silhouette is of defining beauty.
 (Nah... I’m in chill mode so I won’t entertain seductive thoughts to
entice her).
     I had to at least speak to
be polite. "Hey miss, nice night isn’t it?"… "Hello, yes it is a
delightful night under this particular moonlight." She says.  That
opened the door. Silence. Now I’m thinking. And I know
she’s thinking. So who's going to say the next word? "Things just make
more sense when we quiet our minds and listen, doesn't?" she says. "Yeah. It sure does. I find myself all the more drawn
to these moments of clarity." I said. Now I know she’s interested.
"Yeah, my fellas are up in the room missing this
moment of serenity." I said. There was a calming silence. Slowly she
responded by saying, "Yeah." Moments later she then said, "My
girls are up in the room chillin ' too."
    More silence floods the moment.
Then I said, "I mean, to me, I’m looking at the stars and listening to the
waves meet the shore while not really thinking, but rather... just being… ya know?" She said, "Really!  That’s funny
because I would have never thought there would be someone else out here at Bike
week thinking like myself...just existing and taking this all in...LOL... I
guess I'm not the only weird one out here tonight!" I then said,
"Funny, right?"
    Now it begins...the courtship...
We go back and forth, sharing ideas and thoughts. Theories and possibilities...
Connecting... We lose track of time. Oh. Did I mention that she is the same
woman that I ran into twice already? Yeah, she is as cool as fuck.... I then
say something like this to her, "I don’t mean to come across the wrong
way, but your fly as fuck!!”. She responds, "I bet you say this same shit
to all of the women you’re trying to bone!” She’s laughing.  “I know your
type; you biker boys are all the same I bet!"
     She’s testing me. Then I
say this, "Nah, this isn't rehearsed. It’s my flow. My name is, Ty. Your
name must be treasure because that’s what you seem to be to me... Damn and I
thought all the