He pulled off the helmet. The sun was just cracking the horizon, spilling orange over the warehouses and power lines. A single tear traced a cold line down his cheek. Not sadness. Relief.
Maria was in the kitchen, pouring coffee. She looked up. Her eyes went to his wind-burned face, his wild hair, the small tremble still in his hands. cbr 600 rr 0-100
Leo revved once. The inline-four engine growled, then purred. 600 cc’s of pure, violent precision. The CBR wasn’t the fastest liter bike on earth, but it was the sharpest scalpel. It didn’t just go fast — it begged you to ask what you were running from. He pulled off the helmet