Two Wheels Good Novels & Stories

Bringing my eyes back to my hairy face, I got ready to shave and hit the shower immediately after. I stood in front of the mirror, eyes roaming my outfit. A black bogus T-shirt and mid-wash ripped jeans didn't seem like a bad pair up. I got out my black combat boots from the wardrobe and cleaned them. I slung my cross body sling bag to the back and touched myself a little with my favourite sandalwood and vanilla cologne. I draped my Samsung smartwatch around my wrist and grabbed my airpods and phone. Sticking my phone into my pocket, I took one last glance at my outfit and concluded on a black faze cap to protect me from the blazing sun.

“Because the expensive one loses tension faster. Price and durability are not the same thing.” In the next aisle, she ran her fingers along the inner seam of a compression top before checking the care label. She examined three identical-looking pairs of goggles, bending each nose bridge slightly and holding the lenses toward the overhead lights. Devon followed with the trolley. The damaged wheel pulled left. Every few yards he had to correct it.

Race hefted his bike onto the rack and removed the front wheel. If felt a little wobbly as he cruised down Taylor Loop that morning. Sure enough, one of the spokes had bent a little. Not enough to worry him or put him in any danger, but it never hurts to be extra cautious, even riding a bike. He worked on replacing the spoke for a while in the back room of his shop, getting frustrated because his hands were sweating and his tools kept slipping in his grasp.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

The body was smooth and aerodynamic, with sharp, angular lines that gave it a sense of speed and agility. The windows were tinted, so Alexa couldn't see inside, but she imagined the interior was just as impressive. The wheels were big and bold, with glossy black rims that matched the paint job. The tires looked new and expensive, with deep treads that suggested they were designed for speed and performance.

Aide had left it nestled under a rock where the Toyota had stood, for the owners of the thing. More than we would have paid for a vehicle in such a condition but I was grateful for it. Someone's life would drastically change, especially considering dollars were a lot more valuable than the currency they used here. Someone would be able to provide for their children and family again. "Watch his head!" I screeched beneath my breath as Aiden tried to angle Siya into the car. There was a thump and a groan and I knew he had heeded my warning a little too late.

"I know. Sit down, we'll work on it over dinner." Elliot, unimpressed by adult proceedings, extended the truck toward the new arrival for examination. Marcus Webb took it. He looked at it carefully. He turned it over and identified the wheel issue — a small piece of debris lodged in the axle housing — and removed it with the precision of someone who worked with documents small enough to require attention to small things. He handed the truck back. Elliot tested the wheel. It ran clean. He looked at Marcus Webb with the expression of someone assigning a provisional high rating. "You can stay," Elliot said.

when Gwen allowed him the free time. Today, the big bike purred its deep rumble, expressing its satisfaction at finally being allowed to do what it did best. The late afternoon sunlight flashed across the expanse of chrome, making the highly buffed black paint look deeper and darker than it was. The black paint combined with the chrome detailing and big, shiny V twin engine was a beautiful combination. Especially when paired up with fat white-walled tires and kitted out with the studded leather trunk bag and twin saddlebags. The three bags currently contained all of Kyle's earthly belongings. He'd taken the minimizing ethic to heart and only retained the essentials. The feeling of freedom th

I apologized too. Neither of us had caused the problem. That seemed fair. The second wagon had slipped toward the edge of the road. One rear wheel had sunk deep into the wet earth, and every attempt to pull it free seemed to bury it farther. Men pushed. The draft averren strained against its harness. Someone shouted. They stopped. The wheel settled lower. Beren swore. “That seems worse,” I said. “It is.” I looked at the wheel. There was nothing I could do for it.

The rear window of the Maybach lowered in a smooth motion. Damien Kane sat in the back seat. The thin glasses caught the garage lights. His voice carried clearly across the concrete. “Hands off what belongs to me.”