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
It happened in a heartbeat. The front tire washed out, and the bike transformed from a precision machine into a chaotic mass of sliding steel. The road had taken a piece of him,
As he bandaged the wound, the white gauze immediately blooming pink, Jax looked at his bike. A busted peg, a scarred clutch cover, and a bent handlebar. He winced as he stood up, his skin pulling tight against the burn. He’d be limping for a month, but as he reached out to pat the fuel tank, he was already calculating how long it would take for the parts to arrive. It happened in a heartbeat