Midnight Rider

The air was crisp and rushed by, stealing my breath. I was clutching the bar above my head; knuckles white. My body was pressed against the seat and everything passed with a blur. I looked at the driver next to me, she was barely old enough to drive a car!
The rhino we were currently in sped over the bump and onto the dirt road. I had never been in one of these vehicles, especially at night. I trusted my friend that she knew what she was doing, and really, she did know what she was doing. All she had to do was steer and look out for deer, and maybe the occasional hidden biker. I giggled insanely as we went over bumps and into dips, my stomach dropping a little behind. The dirt roads of Lamburg Park snaked all around creating endless possibilities and fun.
It was amazing. It was felt close to flying (except we were on the ground, in a vehicle, and we really weren't going that fast). The rolling hills, full of sagebrush and aspen trees, stretched for miles like the ocean. The mountains towered over them, a wall blocking them from other cities and populations. The sky was clear and the stars twinkled in the void of space. A full moon hung calm and luminescent over the earth. It's soft, cool rays spread like a blanket over the park. I breathed in deep; I could feel its calming effects.
We took a sudden sharp turn and I screamed in delight.