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I turned the key. The headlight flickered on, cutting a soft yellow path through the rain.

That's the thing about a free project. It's not about the thing you're building. myfreeproject

I pushed it out of the garage into the November rain. I didn't ride it. I just sat on it, the key in my hand, feeling the cold water run down my face. I turned the key

Last night, it was done. Not perfect—never perfect. The tank had a dent I decided to keep. The left turn signal blinked a little faster than the right. But the engine idled with a low, irregular heartbeat that was entirely its own. the key in my hand