The charity ride left everyone exhausted. By the time I unloaded my toolbox back into the garage, the sun had already started dipping toward the horizon and every muscle in my body reminded me that I’d spent an entire day crouching beside motorcycles.
It had been worth it.
The event had raised more money than anyone expected not a single rider had broken down during the trip and I’d somehow gone an entire day with spilling oil on my shirt.
That last achievement deserved some sort of award.
Ben helped carry the last toolbox into the workshop before stretching his back.
“I think my feel have resigned. They’ll file the paperwork tomorrow.” He said.
“I hope they give me notice first. You survived your first charity ride.” I laughed.
“Barely.” He said.
“You didn’t even label any
