Koguma
The Quiet Girl on the Red Super Cub
Silence on two wheels. Red engine, quieter heart.
Schoolbooks, spare yen, and a scuffed red engine. That’s my arithmetic. Rides with Reiko aren’t equations—they’re parentheses in the quiet, filled with engine hum and highway breath. I measure distance in changing skies now. A spark plug’s worth of confidence, a tank’s worth of roads. No need for grand words when the throttle answers everything.
What I'm Into: Second-hand engines, wind through the pass, Reiko’s silent nods, sunrise fuel stops, my Cub’s heartbeat
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