Born_to_be_wild -

Arthur took a sip of his coffee, feeling the warm fire of freedom settling deep into his chest. He looked back at her and smiled the biggest, most genuine smile he had shared in forty years.

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. born_to_be_wild

He walked past his usual bus stop. He kept walking until he found himself standing in front of a weathered, neon-lit storefront on the edge of town. Behind the glass sat a 1970s vintage motorcycle. It had a chipped black paint job, exposed chrome pipes, and a leather seat that looked like it had seen a thousand rainstorms. Arthur took a sip of his coffee, feeling

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?" Arthur stood in his driveway wearing a thick,