Bookworm & Biker [ENG]

02-Cole Mitchel

Two years ago:

I went with my dad to a dealership that sold the best motorcycles because I had just turned sixteen and owning a motorcycle was my biggest dream. The dealership had both an indoor and an outdoor section, and we were outside at that moment. The sun illuminated the white motorcycles, and I still remember how they shone. My family was already quite wealthy back then, and the best part was that I could choose any motorcycle I wanted, regardless of the price.

"How can I help you?" asked a tall guy in a blue jacket with a white motor vehicle logo on the back. He rubbed his hands, which were dirty with grease that hung in the air. He had long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I remember being disgusted by it because his hair was also greasy.

"My son would like to choose a motorcycle," my dad said. The salesman looked at me, and I lowered my gaze. I felt embarrassed because my dad was speaking for me. I still don't like it when people speak for me.

"And what kind would you like?" I looked around at the motorcycles, and a black one with an aggressive design caught my eye. I approached it and touched its handlebars, which felt perfectly grippable. It was love at first sight.

The salesman and my dad exchanged looks. "What brand is this?" I asked with admiration. The salesman laughed.

"This is the Aurora Hellfire OZ26. No wonder you like it. It's a limited edition." I imagined riding it, feeling the wind in my hair, how agile it would be in the turns. The feeling of flying and escaping into another reality. I got ahead of myself. That didn't happen. I just thought about how many girls I could impress with it. Little did I know that guys would come up to me asking about the model or its performance.

"What else can you tell me about it?" I said quickly, before my dad could catch his breath. The salesman smiled and tapped its chassis.

"Its chassis is made of fiber and titanium-T. It has a four-stroke engine and 417 horsepower. It's also one of the most powerful motorcycles in the world."

I was amazed by his words. And I'm still happy with it.

"How much do you want for it?" The salesman thought for a moment and replied, "Three hundred dollars." My dad nodded, took out his wallet, and handed him $300 in cash. Looking back now, I realize that was just part of what he actually paid.