Three weeks later, the grey suits were gone. Arthur stood in his driveway wearing a thick, worn-in leather jacket and a pair of sturdy boots. He straddled the heavy machine, turned the key, and kicked the starter.
He gripped the handlebars, twisted the throttle, and kicked the bike into gear. born_to_be_wild
"I think I was just born to be wild," he said. "It just took me sixty-five years to realize it." Three weeks later, the grey suits were gone