Centrifugal Motion Author:Julee Morrison June 2, 1985 the wide open desert was on hold, Talon was racing in his hometown in closed-course Motocross. He currently held the number one position. It was supposed to be just another race. He pulled on his boots and strapped on his helmet. He took little time to start his bike. The Yamaha YZ80 engine revved and the throttle fell unconcerned f... more »rom his emotionless fingers, to him it was barely more then a muffled buzz. He mounted the seat. He let the gritty breeze sweep away most of the fuel stink from the caustic engines that were today's wannabe challengers. He calculated how many of the vehicles in the parking lot would be hauling back the typical and trumped up rider/bike duo who placed behind him when the race was over today. Betting it would be all of them, he pulled up to the starting line.The flag fell and Talon left the starting line. He let a slow smile exaggerate across his face. Not one of grim humor or malice. But one of absolute, unadulterated joy.« less