The Biker Rumbled Into the Parking Lot in a Real-Life Scene From a Movie
I’m a big guy, but he would have broke me in two
The weather was nice and my wife was feeling good. She wanted to walk to the Dollar Store because one or both of us have to go to a Dollar store at least once a week. I wasn’t feeling it. I stood outside and leaned against the wall of the store and played with my phone. I looked up when I heard the distinct rumble of a Harley Davidson motorcycle.
They minded their business, and so did I
The biker backed his Harley into a spot. When he stopped the bike the woman sitting behind him got off and headed into the store. The biker stared straight ahead and turned on the stereo. The loud Hip Hop filled the air with its noxious noise. I love Harleys, they’re neat. I would have loved to get a closer look.
The Biker’s size scared me. I have read a lot of books in my life. I never read of anything good happening by trying to be friendly with a Biker. We wouldn’t have been able to talk over the Hip Hop, so why bother? His passenger was in the store for several minutes.
I watched, and I felt the potential for violence radiating from him
The Biker never turned his head. There was a lull in the music. A guy walked by him and commented, “ Nice Bike.” The Biker answered with a polite “ Thank You.” his soft-spoken voice surprised me. “We’re from different worlds,” I thought as I looked at my phone.
A common language but different cultures, better not to mix them
The biker and I would never be friends or associates in any way. The thought of trying to get to know each other would never cross our minds. What drives a person to join a Motorcycle Gang? They have well-deserved reputations. You don’t want to cross any of them.
I never had a drive to belong that strong. I don’t like the thought of hurting people. The loss of privacy in prison is enough to keep me on the right side of the law. If belonging means violence, crime, and prison I will stay on the straight and narrow.
Final Thought:
We’re all different, some of us enjoy our boring law-abiding lives. There are a few that roar down the road of the dark side on their Hogs. They have their world and we have ours, and it’s best we leave each other alone.
Whatever you do, don’t mess with his bike.