Burn Or Road Rash | Motorcycles And Road

The road had taken a piece of him, but it hadn't taken the itch to ride.

The ride home was a lesson in penance. Every time he shifted his weight, the wind hit the raw nerves like a thousand needles. motorcycles and road burn or road rash

The sun was a low, blinding coin over the asphalt as Jax leaned the Triumph into a sharp canyon curve. He was chasing the ghost of a perfect line, the kind where the tires feel like they’re humming in unison with the earth. But the earth had a different plan that afternoon: a patch of loose pea gravel, invisible in the strobe-light flicker of the shadows. The road had taken a piece of him,