"Squirrel are fast little fuckers," Daryl laughed, as his foot went to the kickstarter. "Hang on."
That was her one warning before the engine roared to life. She could still talk for about a minute as he slowly moved the bike out onto the street, but that was about it. After that it was just the engine, the wind, and the highway. The lights of the city and the smaller towns shoved in along the edges bathed the streets in a warm yellow glow that followed them for most of the ride. It wasn't until they were actually on the edge of the National Park that the lights of so-called civilization bled away into the distance, seen only here and there at the small suburbs and estates that littered the land long before it's status had been declared. Daryl took the bike down one of the roads he knew would lead to an open field of grass where they could sit for a while or just idle along the roads around it.
The bike slowed down to a stop, though the engine stayed running and Daryl took in a deep, slow breath. This was what he missed most about city living.
"During the day, when the sun hits it in the evening, this place practically glows green. All the winter snow's gone and the new growth's coming in. It's like you're looking at the building blocks of the Emerald City. All it's missing is the yellow brick road."
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That was her one warning before the engine roared to life. She could still talk for about a minute as he slowly moved the bike out onto the street, but that was about it. After that it was just the engine, the wind, and the highway. The lights of the city and the smaller towns shoved in along the edges bathed the streets in a warm yellow glow that followed them for most of the ride. It wasn't until they were actually on the edge of the National Park that the lights of so-called civilization bled away into the distance, seen only here and there at the small suburbs and estates that littered the land long before it's status had been declared. Daryl took the bike down one of the roads he knew would lead to an open field of grass where they could sit for a while or just idle along the roads around it.
The bike slowed down to a stop, though the engine stayed running and Daryl took in a deep, slow breath. This was what he missed most about city living.
"During the day, when the sun hits it in the evening, this place practically glows green. All the winter snow's gone and the new growth's coming in. It's like you're looking at the building blocks of the Emerald City. All it's missing is the yellow brick road."