He sat there. Engine idling. Steam rising from the radiator. His hands were shaking, but not from cold.
Sometimes you need to go from zero to one hundred just to remember what speed feels like — so you can finally understand why standing still is a choice, not a sentence. cbr 600 rr 0-100
“I went from zero to one hundred,” he said quietly. “And I came back.” He sat there
The dash lit up like a cockpit: neutral light, fuel gauge, temperature. And there, in the center, the digital speedometer. Three zeros. Ready. His hands were shaking, but not from cold
The CBR 600 RR sat in the garage, engine cooling, tires still warm. It wasn’t an escape. It was a mirror.
Leo revved once. The inline-four engine growled, then purred. 600 cc’s of pure, violent precision. The CBR wasn’t the fastest liter bike on earth, but it was the sharpest scalpel. It didn’t just go fast — it begged you to ask what you were running from.