When Julius came back to reality, he stared again at his hand that was now clinging to the doorknob.
He was still hesitating whether to open the door.
He knows that many worries will come back to him if he sees his old motorcycle again.
A few seconds passed and it was as if his hand moved on its own and opened the door completely.
Thick dust appeared to him. He slowly walked into the garage.
Julius stood in his dusty garage, gazing at the old motorcycle that had been sitting in the corner for years. It was a relic from his youth, a time when the world was a different place, and he was a different man. The motorcycle had seen better days, its once gleaming chrome was now faded and rusted. Memories flooded back as he stared at it, memories of a time when he used to race this bike with t
