For the first time in a matter of years, Caelan felt… emotional. Just from sitting in a stupid truck with a stupid man who was stupidly persistent. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done something as normal as to feel the wind on his face through an open window. The sensation reminded him of all of the trips to Baton Rouge, and even the beaches of Biloxi, that he and his college buddies had taken. They pounded beers in the backseat of whoever’s car, music blasting as they drove far too recklessly. Blame it on their youth, he supposed.<br/><br/>Caelan sighed to himself and leaned his head against the door, the wind warm against his skin. He felt the weight lift off his shoulders, if only for the few minutes it would take to drive to the scrapyard. He felt safe, in a manner of speaking, in the passenger seat of the truck. The beast of thing was far more sturdy and capable of defense than his bike. There was actual metal to separate them from the outside world.<br/><br/>The ride to the scrapyard was quiet, which Caelan didn’t mind. He never enjoyed the social pressure to uphold conversation at all possible times, and he was glad to find Dusty appeared to be the same.<br/><br/>His attention piqued as the truck rumbled into the scrapyard. Caelan had seen the acreage of metal from the nearby overpass. It looked extensive even then, but to be surrounded by the heaps was something else entirely. Up until now, his dirt bike hadn’t betrayed him deeply enough to cause him to venture into the yard in search of replacement parts. Caelan sat straighter in his seat, eying the scrap mountains.<br/><br/>Dusty finally parked the truck and they both parted ways, Caelan with the instruction to find a suitable tire while Dusty went on his own search. He stared back at the pile of abandoned tires and ran his hand over his face. Caelan shook his head at the ridiculousness and set to work.<br/><br/>He was sweaty and shirtless when Dusty returned to him. Caelan had hauled the dirt bike down from the back of the truck and had a few potential tires sitting next to it. He righted himself and gestured to his collection. “I found a few, I think. I might need you to take a look.” With his luck, none of them were actual contenders. That didn't mean he didn't try. Caelan pulled his shirt from where it lay draped over the bike seat, using a section of the fabric to dry his face. “You said you found your motor?”<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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