Bigger on the inside

Since it had clouded over at nightfall, it was very dark and the air carried the distinct smell of rain. Nevertheless, Dave opened the garage door and pushed the bike onto the gravel drive. Straddling the bike, he pulled on his helmet then reached down and turned the key. The engine turned over and purred to life with a satisfying thrum that grew to a roar as he turned into the street and accelerated. The temptation to feel all of its power was great, but he knew that this time he probably wouldn’t get away with speeding down the motorway. Still, the ride in the chill night-air worked its magic on him as he zoomed over the tarmac. It glowed orange in the illumination of the street-lights, looking almost like liquid fire. The beauty of it, the freedom of feeling the wind tear at him as he drove was something he’d never really been able to explain to Rita. She’d always been afraid of him having an accident one day, of one day learning of his death from the Headmaster.