Shawn put his foot on the brake as his bike came to a stop. In front of him stood two roads.
The left road would loop him back to Santa Barbara. He knew the road very well. Some weekends he would ride all the way out here and back, just for the heck of it.
The right road took him away. Away from his dad, his life. He could travel anywhere he wanted to, as long as he had his bike. Anywhere away from Santa Barbara.
Shawn took a deep breath as his bike started up and he curved right.