The shop owner, an old man with a grey beard reaching his chest, stepped outside.
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. born_to_be_wild
"She's a beast," the owner said. "Hard to control if you don't know what you're doing." The shop owner, an old man with a
Arthur pulled out of his driveway and headed straight for the open highway. At first, the sheer speed terrified him. The wind battered against his helmet, and the asphalt blurred beneath his feet. He felt entirely out of his comfort zone. But as the city skyline disappeared in his rearview mirror and gave way to towering green pines and massive open skies, the fear transformed into pure, unadulterated electricity. He wasn't just driving; he was flying. 🦅 True Nature's Child "She's a beast," the owner said