We meet the guy in the Walmart parking lot—a safe place with lots of lights. “I’ll give you $300 for it,” the man says, eyeing the Suzuki I slaved over for six months, the motorcycle I ride every day. I spent hours working on the fuel line; it took three months to find the right parts to upgrade the transmission. I put my heart into this bike. “How about $350?” I say in a strong voice, not letting my voice waver, not letting a tear fall down my face. “$310?” Dave just looks at me. He doesn’t know what it’s worth. I swallow hard and run my hand across the seat, feeling the care I poured into it. I guess, in a way, the bike is getting me to New York for the auditions—even if I’m not riding it there. I can only pray that the time and money I’m dedicating to this trip will amount to something as cool as this Suzuki. “$330?”
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