"You stopped living," the voice said. Not accusatory. Just factual. "After I died, you parked your bike. You stopped racing. You stopped breathing deep. You became a survivor. And survivors are just ghosts who haven't laid down yet."
"Line up."
The KTM launched off the lip like a rocket. The 80 feet passed beneath him in a blur of moonlight and memory. He didn't look down. He didn't pray. He just leaned forward, elbows up, eyes on the horizon, and believed . moto x halloween
Leo killed his headlight. The fog swallowed the beam anyway, turning the world into a tunnel of gray. "You stopped living," the voice said