Stories tagged “biker”

  • End of the Bike Ride

    I loved the feeling of the motorcycle beneath me. The entire ride I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I was loving every minute of the wind within my hair and on my face. “Enjoying yourself?” The biker called back to me. “Yes...

  • There is No Confidence Without a Reliable Reality

    I squared off with the giant bearded biker as a drunken crowd roared enthusiastically. The biker looked like a sadistic Santa Claus- one that had discovered steroids and meth. He raised his enormous fists up in front of his face and I saw that his knuc...