Two Wheels Good Novels & Stories

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 wanted that boy completely out of the team and Charlie's ego bruised. I couldn't continue easily. Wheels got mud stuck in them. Riding became difficult—not for Charlie, I guess. She was fighting the mud a great deal and got out of it while I was still behind. An inch close to the finish line, Charlie's tires got bumped. They screeched. She tried to save herself and jumped off the bike. She was brave to do that, rolling endlessly toward the open axis of the road. I gasped. One more roll and she would be falling into an under-construction ditch.

"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 asked, jerking my thumb toward the blonde boy’s car. The host glanced at the young driver, who was pacing beside his Ashton Martin Valkyrie. “New face,” the host said, shrugging. “No team, no crew, just rolled in tonight. But get this—he’s already taken out two of the regulars. Both tight wins, but clean. Kid’s got skill.”

He quickly turned around, and his eyes met a large spinning coaster carrying multiple children around a large circular track. The cars that spun around the track moved individually around a central axis, and were only connected to the track by a set of four wheels on each of the four corners of the car. These four wheels were arranged with a pair of wheels above and below the track to hold the car down firmly. The children who sat in the cars were locked into them by metal bars to prevent them from flying off.

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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.