I looked towards the horizon and watched as the sun beginning its move to set. All day I rode and felt every hour in my tense muscles. The ache in the middle of my back. The strain in my legs. But it was worth it. I felt alive as I rode. The rush of riding on the empty road pushing the bike as hard as it could. Feeling the power of the engine between my legs as I pull on the throttle. It was exhilarating. It was freedom. Just me and the open road. And it was all about to end.
It was the end of my solo trip I had planned to see parts of the road and I was sadly making my way home. Just one more night on the open road and I would be back in my office dreaming about my next trip.
As I came out of the bend in the road I was about to hit the throttle to pick up the speed I lost when I saw a car on the side of the road with clear smoke coming from its front. I thought about passing it but a feeling in my stomach said I should stop. Easing off the throttle I slowed down and pulled to the side and see if I could offer my assistance.