The morning started better than most mornings had lately, because the sun was shining through the workshop windows, the coffee machine was working, and the rare motorcycle sitting beneath the overhead lights looked like the beginning of something important.
I arrived before seven, as usual and after showering, brushing my teeth and pulling my hair into a loose ponytail, I headed downstairs with Diesel following close behind.
The garage smelled like coffee, oil and fresh rubber, and for once the familiar scent made me feel completely at peace.
Ben was already there.
"You slept?" He asked as I looked at him.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.
"You've got that look." He said.
"What look?" I asked.
"The look you get when you've got a huge project." He said and I smiled.
"I've been waiting for
