The motorcycle had seen better days and it had been sitting in the rain, under a tarp, for over a decade. The seat was torn

Epilogue: The three men were sitting next to each other outside of John’s front stoop; directly underneath the sign that read, “ROAD KING!” The old

Renee stood silently in the cold mist as John angrily pushed against the door from inside. “AW…COME ON GAWDAMMIT,” came a shout from behind the

Zane went out on a test drive one random Autumn evening to pinpoint an electrical gremlin that was plaguing his Ford F-250. The fates dispersed

Steve McQueen sat quietly behind the wheel of his burgundy minivan. It was the twentieth day of August. The year was 2022. He was patiently

Zane motioned for the men to exit the Truck, but he wasn’t privy to the conversation they were having just prior to his arrival. While

The melancholy band of Gypsies sat around the kitchen table soaking in the memory as Zane came to the uncomfortable realization that it was time

In total Steve McQueen fashion, Zane blasted the horn repeatedly and gunned the engine as the Truck bounced its way through the rough driveway that

Zane was traveling eastbound on Interstate 40. The job for today was to deliver steel, and he needed a trailer for that. He was on

The children had been quietly tucked into bed and Zane was still out! He hadn’t mentioned how long he would be gone, and this conjured