Fielded Cutlass PT. 6

Early the following year, after hunting for so long, I at long last landed a job. Soon after, I remembered the Cutlass in the roadside field.
I rode out to see it for the first time in six months, half expecting it to be gone.

And it was.
Disappointment nawed at me. I wallowed in it. Then, I took a deep breath. It was for the best.
On top of my other neglected projects, I had university tuition to worry about. Turning my bike around, I rode off for home.