Ticket to Ride
His great uncle passed away, and he got a call to see his lawyer in the middle of the worst week of his life.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. To say he was relieved was another. He wasn’t expecting much, but it would be a good distraction for a while.
Two days later he was the proud owner of a vintage motorcycle. It took a few weeks to get it all fixed up.
With the warm weather coming he hoped it would save a few bucks on gas, and maybe restart an old hobby too.
He knew a little about riding from when he was younger, but it had been several years.
He found a quiet back road to practice. It was slow going , but he was beginning to get a hang of it.
He remembered how much he used to enjoy.
The might was warm and fragment. He was lost in thought as he drove down the road.
After a while he started to shiver, there was nothing to cause the temperature to drop, so he didn’t understand why.
A mist began to blanket the road, so he slowed the bike, so he wouldn’t crash in the low visibility.
The mist and chill continued as he rode. The visibility got worse, and all the hair on his body began to stand on end.
He tried to slow down even more but the engine revved and the bike sped up without his control.
His heart started to race.
“Slow down,” he said. “I’m not looking for a thrill.”
The speed continued to increase, and the mist turned into a dense fog.
He could barely keep his eyes open, and it took all of his strength to maintain his lane. The trees on either side of the road were now a thick wall.
“I wanted to take something as broken down as me, save it, and hopefully save myself,” he said. “Please don’t let things end this way!”
The engine revved one last time and the air gradually started to warm.
“You are worthy,” a voice said.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the bike slowed and the fog cleared.
He drove down the road knowing he’d gotten very luckily and promised not to waste it.
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