Blacking Out A momentary loss of consciousness. Like a micro-sleep but without possible resistance. One minute hugging the right side of the twisting Alpine road and a split second later traversing the centre line; long-honed instincts righting the listing bike before smashing into the asphalt. Pull to a stop, head sagging, vision desperately seeking focus. Endgame. Make or break time. The devastating realisation that failure could be grabbed from a success so tangible at this final juncture. Caffeine. The drug of choice; a substance so potent it’d certainly be banned if not so prevalent. The only possible salvation, and yet…
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