Dusty

I cruise the flat stretch of desert road with the warm breeze in my face, my long hair is tied up and braided but it'll still be wildly tangled after my ride. I spot a vehicle in the distance pulled off on the side of the road. I figure I should stop and see if you need some help. You can hear my Harley long before you get a look at me. The road is clear of other traffic as my bike rumbles up next to you. "Morning." I offer up a greeting over the rhythmic rumble. "You need help?"