|Click, Click, DoTo…Doto… Whoop-Bang! The retro styled Harley Davidson fires to life. James looks over his shoulder at the place that was home, before his gal Lisa split. Their dozen year relationship wasn’t as good as he’d thought. Though they acted like they were married – they were not. Their undocumented love could not weather the stress of the times and withered while he was struggling with everything else. With a verbal ‘frying pan to the head’, she told him that “She was Done” and left.|
Now it was time to move on, again, this time literally. This life beating gave him an urge, to just go away. Go find dad, the man he never knew, the guy who didn’t know that he even existed. Time had come to leave the ugliness and memories of the big dirty city and ride across the country to find the old man. And who knows, maybe finally some peace.
James’s black motorcycle loved the open road, even better at around 80 mph. He flew through the desert states, barely noticing the scenery. The hot wind licked his face. His tightly braided ponytail whipped and snapped angrily. While the speed pushed jaded mental junk to the back of his skull, he just stared at the road. He didn’t really know (or care) how long it would take to get to Maine, he just knew “Dad” now lived there, or used to. What would they say? Do? Who cares, he had nothing better to do, nor anyone to do it with.
“While the speed pushed jaded mental junk to the back of his skull…” great line, friend.
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Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 16:12:44 +0000 To: email@example.com