Descriptive Essay - Morning Coffee and a Quick Ride in the Fog.

I woke up to the sound of the most ridiculous alarm ring tone you can imagine.  It sounded like farm animals singing along to techno music.  I knew if I chose that particular tone and plugged my phone into the charger on the opposite side of the room I would have to get out of bed to silence the insanity.  Sometimes after staying up late to study, I have to trick myself into getting out of bed in the morning. I was tired enough to just cancel the appointment I had scheduled to look at a house.  I hurled myself out of bed to shut off the alarm and drug myself into the kitchen to make some coffee.  After the third cup of Caribou’s Obsidian Espresso Roast I enthusiastically decided to jump into my riding pants and moto-boots.  I stomped around the house with a sort of, “I’m running late” type of energy. I was not going to be late, I was excited and all jacked up on coffee.

I opened the garage door and started to back my motorcycle out into the drive way.  Burrr, I quickly checked the weather on my phone.  Holy crap it’s only forty five degrees outside.  The air is crisp and thick with fog do dense I couldn’t even see my neighbors’ house across the street.  I spun the key, reached down, pulled out the choke and pushed start.  I love the purring sound my Kawasaki makes when the engine is revving high as it warms up.  I strapped on my helmet, slid on my gloves, pushed the choke back in and hopped on my motorcycle.

A quick left turn out of the neighborhood and then a right turn onto the highway.  First gear, second gear, third then forth and I was up to speed with the rest of traffic all the while the wet fog covered the lenses of my goggles.  I shifted into fifth gear and wiped my lenses off with my thin red racing gloves.  My left hand was soaking wet and my hands were becoming so cold my fingers were stiff.  The sun was trying to peek through the fog. The visibility was getting better until I started winding close to the bluffs.  I felt so much energy from the throttle as my motorcycle brought me closer to my destination.  The smile on my face was so strong my cheeks were sore, or maybe the expression was just frozen that way from the cold smacking the fog against my skin.  I thought to myself, “what an amazing way to start the day", the house I looked at was unlivable.  Without this little adventure it would have been a huge waste of time. I am so glad I didn’t drive the 4-Runner.

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