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The shop owner, an old man with a grey beard reaching his chest, stepped outside.

Arthur looked at his own reflection in the shop window. He saw the gray suit, the sensible shoes, and the tired eyes. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his retirement bonus check, and handed it over. "I'm ready to learn," Arthur said. 🔥 Heavy Metal Thunder born_to_be_wild

He walked past his usual bus stop. He kept walking until he found himself standing in front of a weathered, neon-lit storefront on the edge of town. Behind the glass sat a 1970s vintage motorcycle. It had a chipped black paint job, exposed chrome pipes, and a leather seat that looked like it had seen a thousand rainstorms. The shop owner, an old man with a