My[cracked] Freeproject ★ Hot & Easy

I pushed it out of the garage into the November rain. I didn't ride it. I just sat on it, the key in my hand, feeling the cold water run down my face.

Every night, after the world demanded its pound of flesh—emails, bills, small talk, compromises—I pulled off the tarp. The smell of old grease and oxidized aluminum filled my lungs like pure oxygen. This was the only place where no one had a spreadsheet, an opinion, or a deadline. myfreeproject