It sounded like a hornet’s nest of gas and oil. Ofmotorcycles.
I ran up to the road where it was coming from. And then, all it once, it practically blew by me.
Perhaps over two dozen, maybe even three dozen, bikers drove past me, all of them sharply focused ahead. In a flash, I saw Sonny among them.
“Hey!”
But there was zero chance at all that any of them would hear me, let alone stop and ask me what was going on.
Still, seeing Sonny go by, the feeling in my gut, the knowledge of how what my emotions felt differed greatly from how I acted…it was irresistible.
But if I wanted to fall into that irresistible attraction responsibly, I needed to get rid of these bad habits. I knew what I needed to do.
I headed to my car, one of the few silent places I could call my father.
