Chapter 15
Magic Carpet Ride
It was a brisk night for Early April. Despite the weather, I decided to take my restored 1957 candy-apple, red Harley. I had it parked out back behind the pub in the old garage that leaned more than the Eiffel Tower.
I practically had to wipe it down, cleaning off cobwebs. I hadn’t ridden it since I’d arrived at Witch Haven. It was a perfect night to take the old girl out for a spin.
Dazzling stars veiled the sky, encompassing the full moon and its silvery light on the roadway. The cool air whipped my hair behind me like a blaze of fire and kissed my face as I shot down the road. I loved feeling one with the elements as if I were flying. I coiled the winding curves and opened my bike full-throttled. The ride was exhilarating. Exactly what I needed. I imagin
