Reeling from the death of his wife, Harold buried himself in his work, and then the layoffs came. As Harold left his office for the last time, he stood beside his motorcycle in the parking lot for a long while. With pink slip and severance pay in hand, Harold wondered what to do with his time, himself, his life.
Harold placed his hand on the throttle – almost in a daze – and slowly, gently, the inspiration came. He had always dreamed of riding the Pacific Coast Highway but had never had the time, the money or the freedom to do so. Now he had been slapped in the face with all three. What adventures awaited?
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