Sam smiled reassuringly. "Don't feel bad. Keeping a machine like this sitting in a garage where it will just rust away is the real crime. Letting it go to someone who will actually fix it up and ride it? That's honoring it."

"What will happen to it?" Leo asked as Sam climbed back into her truck.

"We have a young apprentice at the shop named Maya," Sam smiled. "She's been looking for a project bike to rebuild from the ground up. This green machine is going to be back on the highway, carving up mountain roads by the end of the summer."

Leo was not a rider. He was a graphic designer who lived in a downtown apartment where the closest thing to horsepower was his electric scooter. Yet, there it was: a machine of chrome and steel that had clearly once been someone's absolute pride and joy.