Home Run Edit 3.51 cider, river

[tectak]

Ah should have got the motor bike thing being a derilict ex biker chick - that weightless moment is very familiar.   (and yes with this info going for  run on the bike and so a home run fits as well)  perhaps if you want this to be imparted to the reader you might need a more overly bike image in there somewhere to make the connection.  (roaring /throbbing / pulsing / vibrating/ botty clenching )
I can see what you are getting at about the headlights in the eyes thing, but that is not evident in the read.  think it needs something to clarify.
One thing perhaps I could offer from bygone biking days, is that the sense of smell on an evening / morning ride is one of the joys and most overpowering senses i recall.  perhaps if you managed to factor more of this aspect it would add another dimension
...I loved Autumn rides the best, but then as the winter drew in the least whiff of ice in the air  used to make me paranoid for ice on the road...but then watching sparks fly past your leg off the pegs has the effect of crystalising your imagination I suppose.  (def not so brave nowadays - would reach for the handbrake a lot sooner!)

With you, cider.
I hoped the "breathing and drinking" of the fast moving air "so none was left for words", the "reeling" (wrong word but is leaning better? Yes. It is) in to corners, the bobbing beam, the anti-grav lift on hump-back hills, would be motorcycle certain. I am back with Persig on the journey to Bozeman ( the psychological state if not the place)....I remember a great line in which he noticed the air was cooler as he drove alongside water...the engine sounded "packed". I just loved that. Pure zen. Your scent thing is truly germane...another stanza, maybe?
Best,
tectak