Tiny
The two Maranda was now talking to had already been standing on her front porch when I pulled up. Both of them watched me as I pulled my bike into the garage. They obviously had a preconception of what kind of person drives a motorcycle and is in a motorcycle club. After so many years of riding my bike and being a member of the club, it was easy to spot the people that thought we were all criminals. Most of them even believed we were all killers, rapists, and drug dealers. But that wasn’t true for most bikers, at least the ones I knew. Sure, a good amount of us could go down for a dead body, but every one of the dead bodies I myself could go down for knowing about deserved their fate. Nor have I ever felt bad or regretted not stopping their deaths. As for the other things, I couldn’t
