It was late afternoon, the California summer sun blazing as he cruised down the empty highway road. Bradley was headed to The Hard Deck to meet up with the other aviators.

He adjusted his sunglasses as he noticed someone pulled off the highway, stem billowing from the hood. He pulled his Bronco off the side of the road behind the other car and adjusted his Hawaiian overshirt.

“Need a hand?” He called as he jumped out of his truck.