Luke left his home early the next morning, not even taking time to eat breakfast. He needed to ride. The weather was cool and the smell the neighbor’s fresh cut lawn from the day before still lingered in the air. He loved riding the Diamondback custom bike he built with his father but he knew time was running out, he couldn't keep it long. The bike only served to keep the memory of his father alive, and if the memory was alive, so was the pain.
Luke and his father had been veteran riders of the paths and trails that wound alongside the Bear Creek river, but everything was different now, everything changed. Luke's shaking hands gripped tight on the handlebars. He couldn't bring himself to look out upon the river like he once did, his eyes cast forward, sticking straight to the road. Luke’
