The air being pushed through his hair by the high velocity of the motorcycle feels good when accompanied by the cool crisp temperature of late summer nights. It gives him a sense of freedom that he hasn’t felt since he was twelve. Running away through the woods that surrounded the summer camp his parents dropped him off at every year.

The ending destination was unknown to him and was only controlled by how far the tank of gas would allow him to go. What the rest of the night held in store was completely in the motorcycle’s control.

This can sum up Trey Colby’s life, quickly passing away to a place he doesn’t know. As the night turns into morning, Trey continued to ride on, doing what he always does, running away.