Born_to_be_wild

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.

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

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

He gripped the handlebars, twisted the throttle, and kicked the bike into gear. "She's a beast," the owner said

"I think I was just born to be wild," he said. "It just took me sixty-five years to realize it."