My first endeavour into sharing my stories publicly.
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Dismantling is a bit of a misnomer, many would just call it being into mechanics, or fixing things, or a love of automotive, or being a "car-guy". That is not what I mean though. Sure all those things are true to some extent, but the thing I am really good at is pulling things apart to find the problem. I am really good at starting a project, and this short story is the longest answer to the question how did I end up with four dismantled motorcycles.
Frog, but it's a toad
It starts out similar to most stories of yore. A comely lass is up to her breaches in swamp water, covered in insect bites and surrounded by amphibians.
A bull's-eye window
Out of the porthole, off the starboard side, land approaches. Searching through that domed window, not for the first time, waiting for it all to be within reach. Watching it grow in the distance, the ancestral homeland. A wild environment, lush with exotic plants, beasts and humans. Where the sun burns the land and swollen rivers cut across countryside to the surrounding icy ocean depths.