Riding Riley.7z -

The air was sharp with the smell of salt and pine. As they took the hairpin turn near the cliffs, Elias felt that familiar, perfect sync. It wasn't just riding Riley; it was flying low to the ground. They sped past the lighthouse, the ocean mist spraying against his visor.

“Not yet, boy,” he thought, easing off the throttle as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in violet and orange. Riding Riley.7z

Elias steered Riley into the driveway one last time, the engine clicking as it cooled down. He patted the tank. "Thanks for everything, old friend." The air was sharp with the smell of salt and pine