pixls of Ink

"What a strange time to be opening" thought the garage door as the poorly lubricated gears screeched into life in unison with the chains wound around them. The car residing therein was of the same general opinion as the door, and sorely hoped that she wouldn't be the reason for the early morning racket. To her delight, it was the bike who was taken by the young man. The bike too was excited for it had been a long time since the old wheels had done any real spinning. In a minute they had set off into the unknown mists of dawn. [To be continued? It's up to you guys]