Born_to_be_wild -

For the first time in his entire life, Arthur wasn't following a schedule, a GPS, or a set of rules. He was chasing the horizon.

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

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. born_to_be_wild

He gripped the handlebars, twisted the throttle, and kicked the bike into gear.

Arthur pulled out of his driveway and headed straight for the open highway. At first, the sheer speed terrified him. The wind battered against his helmet, and the asphalt blurred beneath his feet. He felt entirely out of his comfort zone. But as the city skyline disappeared in his rearview mirror and gave way to towering green pines and massive open skies, the fear transformed into pure, unadulterated electricity. He wasn't just driving; he was flying. 🦅 True Nature's Child For the first time in his entire life,

He pulled into a roadside diner hundreds of miles from home. His hair was messy, his face was covered in a light dusting of road grime, and his hands were buzzing from the vibration of the bike. He sat at the counter and ordered black coffee and a massive slice of cherry pie.

"I think I was just born to be wild," he said. "It just took me sixty-five years to realize it." "Hard to control if you don't know what you're doing

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.