back far enough to appear aloof , yet close enough to court the growing curiosity of this ponytailed enigma of a rider . Obviously , by virtue of her unemcumbered style , she's a local . Is she married ? Where's her riding partner ? These and many more questions danced in my mind as I quickly regained focus on my navigating the ever tightening twisties . In a higher elevation , just my perception , for the air grew suddenly cooler on my skin , I noticed her red brake light as she pulled into a scenic overlook of sorts . I had only seconds to respond - do I continue on or do I pull over as well ? Is this an veiled offer for me to meet her ? I hastily pulled in the clutch , dropped down one gear , and
