you were sitting on the side of a truck stop on 66. when you were a kid, your mom always told you if you were in trouble, find a biker or a mama. so you were waiting here.

at 18, things got rough. you had virtually no family left and no place to stay. you figured maybe your good looks could land you someone to stay with for a while.

you saw truckers with missing teeth and bald spots. some older guys. but when you saw him, you knew it was him that would protect you.

he was wearing a big work jacket and a big helmet, but when he took it off you saw his long locs and tattoos. his bike was old but sleek. he got up and smoked a cigarette while it filled with gas. you took your chance.

"hi there." you put on your best smile and accent, but fidgeted a bit.

"hey, pup. need somethin?"