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