Part one of term paper
The wind blew the strands of my long brown hair like streamers behind me as I let the Harley Davidson’s V-Twin motor unwind. It plastered my beard to my face and whipped the skin of my cheeks. My black T-shirt flapped in the summer breeze behind me and clung to my front like wet cloth. The roar of the wind passing between my helmet and ears ...

Part two of term paper
... a charging, raven-black steed. I was young, invincible, and knew no fear. My whole world became a jumbled rush of adrenaline-fueled chaos in a matter of moments. I topped a rise in the two-lane country road and entered the strange world of helpless fear. At the bottom of the hill a black Ford Fairlane was turning left into my unstoppable path. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed loudly. My five-hundred-pound metal stallion lunged relentlessly toward disaster, even though my right boot stomped hard on the rea ...