My Garden is a Car Park

She was trapped so tightly that she could not move her head and her arms were pushed up under her breasts. Sometimes the motorcycle went around corners so fast that the side-car lifted off the ground and she thought she was going to be killed. Then the road went dark as they drove on through the night in a noisy, frantic convoy. Every so often one of the motor cycles pulled in front and Maria could see its rider leaning back and gesturing, then it would drop back and pull alongside. Once, one of the motorcycles banged into the side of the side-car and she screamed in fear as her face was crushed against the tubular chassis. Then she saw some lights ahead and the convoy pulled off the main road and into a brightly lit cafe car park. After revving loudly the engines stopped. Maria felt her heart pounding with fear as she waited in the darkness. She heard the riders propping up their bikes, shouting to each other and laughing. Above the sound of her pounding heart, she could hear lorries passing on the main road and as they went past the flash of their headlights threw some light across the car park and the motorcycles glistened against the black Tarmac ...»