Born_to_be_wild

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.

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 born_to_be_wild

"She's a beast," the owner said. "Hard to control if you don't know what you're doing." Three weeks later, the grey suits were gone