What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Contorted".
He leaned over the tank, getting down behind the windshield, feeling the bike's vibrations in the top of his thighs as he eased off the throttle and pushed down on the right hand grip. The big bike dove into the tight, contorted right twist in the road. He rolled on enough throttle to keep his speed constant, pressing him down into the seat and making the engine purr like a big, throaty cat. As he accelerated out of the end of the turn he straightened up in the seat and let the engine roar as he shot into the straightaway.