Forever Two Wheels

The warm wind blew through my sun-bleached hair; my eyes watered and ears popped as the trek down the twisting Missouri highway brought back past violent accounts through my mind. The fence posts and passing cars blurred as I cruised at eighty miles an hour in a failed attempt to get to Branson before one of the most feared outlaw motorcycle gangs wreaked havoc and provoked death. The "good ol' boys," as many law enforcement officers called them, had rewritten the rules for their existence ...