Skin Cells

Words: Karisa Haydon and Ally Hayes

Photos: Christian Parroco

It was just another drive cutting up the two lane twisty ribbons. Not even a damn thing worth talking about. I came out of the hills just as the fun part of the road ended—so I killed it. Let that shit cool off. A proper thrashing. Drove hard and to the limit. Senses alert, heavy breathing,  pupils probably still dilated. That subtle, warm drip of adrenaline leaking down your spine. I  imagine looking  something like a mongrel apex predator. About to strike.  I wondered if she would get involved in a shoot for this GT4 because sexy sells—and baby—we need to move units. 

BUY PRINT Summer 2021 Issue #6