"Finish what?"
Leo cleared it by instinct, his rear tire kissing the lip, and for one perfect second he was airborne. No sound. No fog. Just the moon, full and yellow as a dead man's eye, and the wind whistling through the holes in his jersey. moto x halloween
Leo's thumb hovered over the kill switch. He could stop. Roll off the track. Walk back down the mountain and spend the rest of his life as a safe, sad man who used to ride. "Finish what