The sky is bleeding clouds on a dark, dank day as the engine disengages. One quick kick of the kickstand — and it dies completely. Then all that’s left is the silence. And the ritual. Letting the clutch out, I lean the bike over, twist … Read More →
Smokeless Duc
The sky is bleeding clouds on a dark, dank day as the engine disengages. One quick kick of the kickstand — and it dies completely. Then all that’s left is the silence. And the ritual. Letting the clutch out, I lean the bike over, twist … Read More →