Motorcycle Loyalty Stories

Someone told me to smile, but I'd rather keep the grizzled edge I earned from nights on the road. The old motorcycle in the garage is my only confidant, its engine humming like a low warning bell 🔧. Loyalty isn't the loud shout I get used to, it's the quiet, steady grind of fixing parts and keeping the machine alive, something I can trust even if the world keeps tearing me apart. I keep my guard up because people think that makes me tough, but I'm just tired of feeling like a shadow in a city that never sleeps. Still, I’ll keep rolling, because that’s the only rhythm that feels right. #loyalty