Riding — Riley.7z

“Not yet, boy,” he thought, easing off the throttle as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in violet and orange.

Elias steered Riley into the driveway one last time, the engine clicking as it cooled down. He patted the tank. "Thanks for everything, old friend." Riding Riley.7z

Elias gripped the handlebars until his knuckles turned white. Below him, "Riley"—a vintage, fire-engine red 1978 motorbike—vibrated with a low, hungry purr. It was the last ride through the coastal highway before Elias had to pack for the city. “Not yet, boy,” he thought, easing off the