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Motorcycle Gathering


Motorcycle Gathering

On the weekend of the biggest motorcycle gathering of the year, I was working at a club nearby. When the roaring machines pulled up outside, our patrons’ eyes swung toward the door and conversation turned into uneasy whispering.

A group of tough-looking bikers walked up to me, and one of them asked me where the phone was. I pointed it out, and the silence in the room let everybody overhear what the biker said into the receiver.

“Hi, Mom. Just want to let you know I’ll be home late tonight.”