The day had inevitably come. The court date of my testimony. I swung my new jacket over my shoulders. The black leather was warm and fit seamlessly. The number of men waiting outside the compound was too large to fit in the garage. The mass of bikes made it impossible to speak over the racetrack noise.
It was surreal to think that this was all for me.
I got on my dad’s, no, my bike. I swung my helmet in my hand over my head and clasped it shut beneath my neck.
My adrenaline was rising until I hit the starter pedal and the CVO cracked its rhythm beneath me. It dulled everything, including every single thought and apprehension I had about what was about to take place at a courthouse.
As we rode down the morning sunshine casting on Pacific Heights, I looked to either side of my shoulde
