The rattling outside his window in the middle of the night did not wake him. Nor did the scratching of the metal on the pavement disturb his sleep. He paid no attention whatsoever to the movement on his front yard at the break of dawn.
But when he woke, he found it there. Right outside his garage door.
It was just as he imagined it would be. Light brown with silver, red, blue and yellow lines and a green and gold rim round the wheels.
A motorcycle with a sidecar.
It was vintage but he had always dreamed of one. He even knew the little-known fact that “a motorcycle with a sidecar is sometimes called a combination, an outfit, a rig or a hack”.
In his head, he was already racing in the countryside with the “outfit”, among green trees and pick-nick perfect valleys. Driving like in those old movies he used to watch, and hoping he wouldn’t hit a tree and split from his other half.
But… he lacked the company. The one to sit in his sidecar.
Just at that moment, someone made their presence felt.
A gentle bark and a wagging of its fury tail as it approached was all he needed to persuade him to let his fleece-golden Labrador be his sidekick in this new adventure.