Cody understood the feeling and despite his fears, Cody want to ride the motorbike in front of him. He need to do so. His plead was swiftly rejected by Nancy. Cody did not have dinner last night, and Nancy was not going to allow him to do anything before having breakfast. Even Cody had to admit his mother made a good point.

The family of three troop back to the house for breakfast but spend the meal talking about what they were going to do later. Since he was the only one who knew how to ride the motorbike, his parents both agreed to allow Cody to do so, but they have strict ground rules.

Cody was only allowed to ride on the street near the house and he was not allowed to go too fast. Cody could understand that. This was a test on an unknown vehicle, and no one knows what would happen once he was on the bike.

After breakfast, the family of three went back to the barn. Without waiting for his parents, Cody got on the motorbike. Chuck had installed a seat on the bike and as Cody sat on the motorbike, his memories went into overdrive. He knew this type of motorbike was called a Cruiser, though some also called it a Chopper.

How do I know that?

Cody did not know, and do not care. He caressed the chopper beneath him like a lover and a big smile broke out on his face. Instead of a starting coil, Chuck had install an Essence Orb that connects to the cultivation engine. This was the starting system of the new motorbike, a new type of motorbike. A Cultivation Motorbike! Cody pushed some of his Essence into the orb and the engine started. Cody frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Chuck saw his son’s face and asked.

“There’s no roar.”

“Roar?”

“The roar of the engine. When you ride a motorbike, the vehicle screamed its presence. The roar of the engine tells everyone that you are coming, that you are here, that you exist. It tells the world that you are free, and do not care what others think of you.” Cody tried to explain, knowing he was going a bad job of it. “It is important. The roar of the engine is valid.”

Nancy and Chuck looked at each other in confusion, before Chuck shrugged. “I can make it louder.”

“Yes, do that.” Cody immediately said as he put his hands on the steering. An intense feeling came over him. He was supposed to wait for a signal from Chuck, but Cody could not wait any more. The motorbike began to move.

His parents did not stop him, but they kept a close eye on him the whole time as Cody rode the motorbike out of the barn. As they agreed, Cody went in a circle in front of the house. He was slow, trying to get used to the motorbike. Cody may have the knowledge in his head, but this was the first time he had been on a motorbike, and it was very different vehicle from a bus or car.

On a car or bus, the driver only needs to steer and press the brake and accelerate pedals. That was not the case for a motorbike. Motorbikes were not automatic. The motorbike’s clutch and the turn signal were on a rider’s left hand while his right hand was working the front brake. A rider’s right foot was working the rear brake, and the gears of the motorbike were on his left foot. When a rider was on a motorbike, his hands and feet were constantly working as he ride. After five minutes, Cody began getting used to the vehicle beneath him and a foreign instinct came to Cody. An instinct that Cody liked.

It was pride.

Cody was proud to be on the motorbike, he was prouder than he had ever been in his life. However, that pride was nothing compared to the feeling that something was missing. Something he felt in his vision.

It was the feeling of overwhelming freedom. The feeling he had when the wind was blowing in his face. Cody laughed loudly, catching Nancy and Chuck by surprise.

“Sorry.”

Cody shouted as he dropped a gear and took off. He ignored the shouts of his parents and the breeze in the air became a gale as Cody sped down the open road. He knows he is going to suffer for this later, but Cody found that he didn’t care. He was too happy to care about the future.

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The world around him becomes a blur as he flew through the streets like a bird in flight. Cody felt the wind on his face and the raw power of the engine between his legs send vibrations throughout his body. The sound of the motorbike sounded like an orchestra of angels playing the most beautiful song in creation as the adrenaline pumping through his veins was like nothing Cody had ever experienced before.

Cody felt intoxicated.

Was there fear? Cody would admit to it, but the fear was nothing compared to the deafening roar of the engine and the rush of air in his face. Cody could feel his heart racing and his blood pumping. The sensation was both liberating and exhilarating as the motorbike overwhelmed his soul.

Cody felt like he was living on the edge, and he loves every moment of it. It's a thrill like no other, and Cody knew right then that riding would be a part of his life from this moment on. No matter what Nancy or Chuck said, Cody would never stop riding. This feeling of being one with the motorbike; mentally, spiritually, viscerally. Cody wants to enjoy this forever.

Cody was completely in control, yet totally out of control. It's a rush, a rush like no other, but it was not enough. He needed more. Cody needs to go as fast as he could. Cody pushed his Essence into the bike. For the first time in his life, he wants to go to the limit of his cultivation, and then beyond.

Cody was going so fast that everything else seems to stand still. Cody thought he saw a few people in the town staring with open mouths as he flew past them like a hurricane. He smiled.

There would be questions later, but once again, Cody did not care. His mind was on fire, and he put everything he has into the cultivation engine.

Speed. I need more speed!

It's a feeling of total freedom. There were no limits, no boundaries, no rules. Cody felt alive, like this was truest moments of his life. His heart rate skyrocketed once again and the adrenaline that was running over his body spiked. It was incredible. The sensation of joy he felt was indescribable. Cody felt free from the world, that he was unstoppable, invincible, immortal. He was a force of nature, a god among men. He was a biker, and this was his moment. This was his life. This is who he is.

The houses disappeared, and Cody saw a man holding a spear along the road. It was the ceremonial guard of the town, and Cody saw the look on guard’s face as he sped past him. He looked like he was looking at a madman. Cody liked that.

He was a daredevil, an adrenaline junkie, a madman.

A free spirit, a wild cultivator of the wide road.

He was a biker!

There was no other feeling like this in the world. There was no greater feeling in this world.

Cody sped up, going faster than before. Cody heard a cry of joy, and realized it came from him. He laughed harder.

He was finally on the open road.

Even in his haze of joy, Cody understands that he has a problem. He has too many unopened meridians. His Essence reserve was too poor. Sooner or later, he will run out of Essence, and he would need to stop. Cody refused to. Cody did not want to stop; he wants to ride forever.

So, he did.

Cody stopped worrying. He was not going to be worried about what happened in the past, and he was not going to be anxious about what problems he will face in the future. Cody had no past, and no future. He only has the present, and the present was his ride. There was nothing else.

Cody could look down and see every inch of the road beneath his ride. He felt connected to every metre he rode pass. It was relaxing. Cody could hear the birds and bees and could smell the forest he was approaching.

Wait, what?

Cody was coming up to the forest! Cody had travelled far from Slamptown and the realization caught him by surprise. He shouldn’t have enough Essence to travel this far.

The shock of the discovery threw Cody’s concentration off. His motorbike wobbled, and instinct took over. Cody hit the brakes.

It was a bad mistake. A rookie mistake.

You cannot come to a dead stop on a motorbike. On a motorbike, momentum is everything. A rider needs to slow and gilded to a stop. Cody immediately knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late. The motorbike turned sideways, and it threw Cody off.

Half-remembering the lessons from his combat class, Cody turned his body and tried to roll as he hit the ground. He was only partially successful. When he stopped rolling, Cody laid on the road and looked up at the sky. He suddenly realized why the motorbike never made the transition to the Cultivation Age.

It was painful.

Cody had cuts, bruises, and lacerations on his body but luckily, no broken bones. He had no major injuries. It could have been worse.

It should have been worse.

As a Novice-One cultivator, it was a miracle it wasn’t worse. Then, Cody looked at himself. His muscles had tightened, his breath took in more air, his heart was beating faster and stronger than ever.

He had an advancement. A minor advancement, but an advancement nevertheless. Cody was now a Novice-Two cultivator.

Why? How?

It must be the motorbike. Somehow, it helped him advance! Cody turned to look at the motorbike laying a few metres from him and saw that it was intact. Chuck did good work, and cultivation engines do not explode so there was no need to worry about that.

Cody threw his head back and laughed at the sky.

The future looked bright to him.