Davidson

She stands with a slight bend to the left side of her hip bone.

sleek. Smooth. Fast. 

The life of her is assembled under her metal fixed dripped paint. 

Chrome dipped. Dripping wet. She sits. Silent.

Waiting for the moment of chaos to strike and take flight.

Invincible she stands motionless at 95 miles per hour. 

No matter how bad the day goes she will be there sitting waiting wishing 12V of pure power come rushing through her engine to ignite the fire in your soul.