BE HAPPY— (part 3)

Traffic screamed past us, headlights streaking in the twilight, but we were in our own little world on the shoulder of chaos.
We knelt by the bike, tools scattered, fingers greasy, hearts racing. The city hummed around us, a beast breathing down our necks, but we worked like mad scientists trying to bring Frankenstein back to life. Sparks flew, the engine coughed, and for a moment, the world held its breath.
Then, a roar. The Shovelhead came back to life, shaking off death like it was nothing. Tekashi slapped me on the back, grin wide as ever. We kicked it into gear and blasted back into the city, the ride even sweeter because we’d stolen it from the edge.
Yeah, BE HAPPY—because sometimes, you gotta bring the dead back to life just to keep the trip going.