An older woman at the counter looked at his jacket, then out the window at his rugged, roaring bike. She smiled knowingly. "Decided to get out on the highway and look for adventure, huh?"
He gripped the handlebars, twisted the throttle, and kicked the bike into gear. born_to_be_wild
For the first time in his entire life, Arthur wasn't following a schedule, a GPS, or a set of rules. He was chasing the horizon. An older woman at the counter looked at
To the rest of the world, Arthur was the definition of predictable. But inside his chest, a different rhythm was beating—one fueled by the roar of an engine he had never actually heard. 🎸 A Spark of Rebellion huh?" He gripped the handlebars