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 pulled into a roadside diner hundreds of miles from home. His hair was messy, his face was covered in a light dusting of road grime, and his hands were buzzing from the vibration of the bike. He sat at the counter and ordered black coffee and a massive slice of cherry pie. born_to_be_wild
On the eve of his sixty-fifth birthday, Arthur officially retired. His colleagues gifted him a silver watch and a polite applause. As he walked out of the glass building for the very last time, the watch felt heavy on his wrist. It was a countdown to a quiet, stationary life. An older woman at the counter looked at
Three weeks later, the grey suits were gone. Arthur stood in his driveway wearing a thick, worn-in leather jacket and a pair of sturdy boots. He straddled the heavy machine, turned the key, and kicked the starter. His hair was messy, his face was covered