“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied with a small smile.
Then another bike arrived.
And another.
And then several more, their engines layering into a growing chorus that transformed the atmosphere in a way that felt almost unreal. Within an hour, the empty parking lot had filled with motorcycles of every kind, their riders stepping off with laughter and easy conversation, carrying small gifts, extra food, and an energy that replaced the earlier silence completely.Continue reading…