“‘Faster,’ she whispers in my ear. Startled, I roll off the throttle. ‘Faster,’ she says again. Confused, I check my three, my six, and my nine. Nothing. Am I hearing things? There is no “she” with me. I am alone, on my motorcycle.”
A Saturday morning ride quickly turns into something more. Much more.
The continuing adventures of a man and his motorcycle.
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Because. Cats. For the iPad.