The rider wore a matte black helmet with a mirrored visor. No logos. No name. Just the reflection of Leo's own terrified face staring back.
The KTM launched off the lip like a rocket. The 80 feet passed beneath him in a blur of moonlight and memory. He didn't look down. He didn't pray. He just leaned forward, elbows up, eyes on the horizon, and believed . moto x halloween
Then he landed.
Leo killed the engine. The silence was different now. Not dead. Just quiet . The rider wore a matte black helmet with a mirrored visor
He lined up next to the Husqvarna. The black-helmeted rider turned his head slowly. The visor was not a visor. It was a mirror, and in it, Leo saw himself as he was on that night three years ago: younger, reckless, laughing. Before the guilt. Before the hollow eyes. Just the reflection of Leo's own terrified face staring back
Leo sat there, engine idling, for what felt like hours. And then he understood.
"Finish what?"