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Joy Ride
    David was buttoning up his shirt in
front of the bathroom mirror and checking his chin for missed stray
hairs as he talked me.
    “I don’t know what you’re so worried
about, Hannah. They really aren’t so bad.”
    “I just… I just don’t like it. I have
a bad feeling about them.”
    “Look. Trust me. It’s nothing to worry
about. Yeah, these guys are pretty rough, but there’s a sort of…
code… that they live by. I know the deal. As long as you know
what’s up it’s hard to get in any serious trouble. Besides, I think
they’ve kind of accepted me.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Oh… so you’re one
of them now, are you?”
    “Well, no… but they certainly don’t
mind having me around. Share a beer. That kind of thing. Hell… they
give the prospects a harder time than they give me.”
    David had been writing a book about
the Iron Disciples outlaw motorcycle club for a few months now. He
had somehow managed to convince them to let him ride with them and
hang out with them while he researched the book, on the strict
condition that the entire thing was published as a fictionalized
account. It was pretty well known that the Iron Disciples were into
a lot of shady stuff. Rumor had it they ran a pretty big gun
running operation primarily, as well as some extra stuff like
hiring themselves out as muscle and extorting local businesses, and
they were apparently laundering all that money through a repair
shop that served as their legitimate business front. To top it off,
they had most of the police department in their back pocket – and
the police and city officials that weren’t in their back pocket
were too scared of them to do anything anyway. I didn’t really like
the idea of David being involved with them, even just as a
tag-along spectator, but he would have none of that talk, so I had
no choice but to roll with it. He said he would propose to me after
the book was published, so as much as I didn’t like it, I owed him
at least as much to stick around and help him see it
through.
    “What’s the big deal about this party,
anyway? Don’t these guys party all the time?” I asked
him.
    “Almost every night. This is a
different occasion though. One of their core group of guys just got
out of prison today, so they’re really going all out to welcome him
home.”
    “Is it… safe?”
    He just laughed. “Yeah, it’s safe.
Come on, you need to get out of that shell every now and then and
experience something new. Besides, I wouldn’t be bringing you
around if I thought it was dangerous. They’re just a little rough
around the edges is all. It’s… different.”
     
    *
     
    The party was being held at a large
house on the other side of town. When we pulled up, I could hear
the noise of blaring heavy rock music even before David turned off
the engine and before we opened the doors. The driveway wasn’t even
close to big enough to accommodate the amount of parking that was
needed for this party. There were motorcycles in the driveway, on
the lawn, lining the street. They were everywhere. There were a few
cars and trucks as well, but on the whole it was just a gleaming
sea of motorcycles. These weren’t your pretty little crotch rockets
or street bikes either. We’re talking about monstrous steel machine
beasts.
    As we came up the lawn, a grungy man
decked out in leather came staggering towards us with a bottle in
his hand, pointing and yelling. I tensed up, held on tightly to
David’s arm. As quickly as he had appeared though, he was
staggering right past us. I turned and realized that he was yelling
at one of his buddies out in the street. He wasn’t but maybe five
or six steps past us when he fell face first onto the lawn, passed
out drunk with his fingers still gripped tight around his bottle.
It was seconds later before I realized that I was still desperately
clutching David’s arm for safety. I quickly let go and he just
laughed.
    “Relax, Hannah. Just pretend you’re in
college