Auritha Wolfquell

I used to think economics was for people in suits who watched CNBC and owned three different kinds of coffee makers. Turns out it’s just about choices.

I used to stare at my bank statement and feel stupid. Like I was missing something obvious. Turns out, most people do.

Ever feel like your motorbike’s holding back on you? Like it should respond faster. Pull harder. Run smoother. It probably is.

A dead motorbike battery leaves you stranded. Not annoyed. Not mildly inconvenienced. Stranded. I’ve pushed a bike to a gas station at 7 a.m. in the rain.

I hate washing my bike. It’s boring. It’s messy. And half the time, the product I just bought does nothing but leave streaks.

My motorbike got stolen once. It sucked. You know that sick feeling when you walk up to where you left it and it’s just… gone? Yeah.

I hate seeing a beautiful bike ruined by grime. You know the feeling. That layer of road film. Bug guts baked onto the fairing.

My motorbike felt wrong. Not broken (just) off. You know that feeling. Throttle response is lazy. Fuel gauge drops too fast.

I’ve watched these riders since I was twelve. Saw my first race at Daytona. Felt the ground shake before I heard the bikes.

You’re staring at your bike. Wondering if tuning it will wreck the engine. Or make it sing. That question is real. And it’s why you’re here.