I can’t stop laughing.
Frankie
Me neither.
Dean
I almost peed on myself.
Ronnie
You’re getting old, Daddy.
Lennon
Only I get to call him that!
Ronnie
Okay, mama.
Amber
This is what I have to deal with every day… haha.
Meadow
My condolences!
These people are hilarious.
Blakely
I’ve been sent to the annual biker’s meetup, but it’s more like a camping celebration of bikers in the middle of nowhere, Nevada.
Based on Dad’s stories, this is where he met Mom and fell madly in love with her wide smile and her adorable hostility. Well, he almost ran her over the first time they met and apparently, she didn’t find it charming.
Shocker.
He did try to make amends until she finally gave in but still gave a worthy battle that summer.
Maybe she’s looking down on me right now as I’m stabbing my cigarette on the asphalt and tossing it into one of the ashtrays that cover every table they spread out here, in what they call,The Garage.
Mom, don’t judge.I glance at the bright blue skies.Watch over Dad for me.
Tons of bikers coming here to spend the summer together atThe Garagewhere all the fun begins; racing, performing stunts, and eating the best barbecues I’ve ever seen. Drinking, laughing, meeting new people, and listening to music on highvolume like there are no neighbors.
Honestly, there are none, the place is pretty abandoned which makes it the perfect getaway. It’s crazy out here. I never pictured it like this.
As I scan the area multiple models cross my vision, and a victorious smile settles across my face when a specific bike gets a larger audience, Ducati. They are completely immersed in the beauty before them like I am. Itisgorgeous. And so damn expensive.
So far, I’ve managed to save two grand for my dream bike—a long road ahead. It’s not just the bike. Maintenance and extra equipment are even more expensive than the bike itself, and I could use new gear.
Bikes are an expensive hobby yet so freaking worth it.
The wired energy washes all over me along with the vibrations, thrill, and roars—I can’t shake the smile off my face and I’m not going to. Maybe Dad was right, this place is exactly what I need. It already feels right as my heart skips a bit upon every rev that hits my chest.
Music to my ears.
