Twist and turns

And a shifting fog

Hairpin bends

Steep and long

As the fog

Lifts it’s veil

Hills make a show

Draped in green

And valley wickedly

Smiling from deep

Few straight stretches

Are all you get

To go all out

At break neck pace

Sometimes a bike

Makes you jump

A car may blare

It’s cranky horn

Jay walkers startle

And break your trance

And as you turn

The steering wheel

You jump headlong

Into a world unknown