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."

"She's a beast," the owner said. "Hard to control if you don't know what you're doing." born_to_be_wild

The shop owner, an old man with a grey beard reaching his chest, stepped outside. "I think I was just born to be wild," he said

An older woman at the counter looked at his jacket, then out the window at his rugged, roaring bike. She smiled knowingly. "Decided to get out on the highway and look for adventure, huh?" An older woman at the counter looked at

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.

Arthur spent forty years precisely where society expected him to be. He sat in a climate-controlled office, filed tax audits, and organized his colored pencils by length every morning at 8:00 AM sharp. He wore pressed grey suits, ate turkey sandwiches on wheat bread, and took the same bus route home every single day.