Where’s Mitch

Something about tonight’s ride felt different, and as Ace swung his leg over his cruiser to mount it, that unnerving thought keep resonating.  Last week, Big Mike almost got clipped by an out of control tourist and the week before that three of their bikes got vandalized while they were in the eatery.  But Friday night ride-outs are a tradition, and they’re not about to let a couple incidents disrupt that.

Ace takes his usual route to the meeting spot, stopping only once to pick up Mitch whose house is on the way.  When he pulls up however, he is surprised to see the front door open with no visible signs of him or his cruiser.  Reluctantly, he enters the house and immediately moved from room to room.  Everything seemed to be in tack.

“Where could he be,” Ace thought to himself.

Unsure of what to do, he calls Reg and tells him what is going on.

“We’re on our way!”

And before the police could arrive, 37 brothers on bikes flood the front lawn.

© LaRonda Moore

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