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His ankle was nearly back to normal. Sure there were twinges now and again and if he pushed too hard, it would swell up once more. But as best James could tell, all was back to normal.
At least with his body.
The bike was another story and something was causing a god awful pinging when he rode. God awful to him, likely no one else heard it. Course, he was done tearing the engine apart and putting it back together. Least for one night. So instead he sat on the couch, changing channels moodily. How do you do that moodily? By jabbing the button over and over while downing a beer and not really watching anything.
At least with his body.
The bike was another story and something was causing a god awful pinging when he rode. God awful to him, likely no one else heard it. Course, he was done tearing the engine apart and putting it back together. Least for one night. So instead he sat on the couch, changing channels moodily. How do you do that moodily? By jabbing the button over and over while downing a beer and not really watching anything.