As I ride my motorcycle up the road, faster and faster I begin to go. I look in my mirror and what do I see, to my surprise no it can't be. Drop down a gear and make it whine. Going eighty he's still on my tail, up it a gear and let it wail. Doing a buck twenty he's falling back but he's still on my track. I have to loose him with all I got, including skill and allot of luck. I see an exit coming up on my right, I grab the bars with all my might. Down shift my bike with a prayer, that I'll be able to overcome my fear.

His tires are screeching so very load, in my mind I hear the roar of a crowd. With a sigh of relief I make the turn, shift again and let it burn. I look over my shoulder and what do I see, the poor policeman hit a tree. Slid my bike to a stop and saw he was alright, he made it out with just a fright. I saluted good-by and left him swearing, after the news report everyone was cheering. I'm riding slower at least for that while I hope to always remember because the next may be my last lonely mile.