Posted Wed Jul 15, 2015 | 202 Words | Tagged story

The helmet was tossed to the side of a bin. I don’t know why someone would chuck away a nice looking helmet, so I picked it up and gave it a quick inspection. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it. I put it on my head to see if it would fit. I don’t know why I felt like this was a good idea, as picking this up next to bins generally did not seem like a good idea.

When it was placed on my head, I felt my eyes quint a bit in seriousness. My head hurt and I could hear a strange hissing in my ears. It made it hard to think.

I looked around and saw parked up in the car park was a yellow motorbike. I walked over to it, and carefully stroked the seat. Something compelled me to step on the bike, so I did.

I pulled the ignition and off I went. I don’t think I had ever ridden a motorbike, but I think I’d figure it out later on.

Fuck yeah mate, love me sick bike. Can’t wait to pass me test and all that. Could do with some betta clothes and thaa as well.