These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
Something Big Was Coming
The moment had its rhythm, like an invisible beat pulsing beneath the tension. More bikers rolled in, drawn by something they couldn’t quite name. They parked in a loose circle, forming an unspoken boundary, their curiosity feeding the weight of the moment.
People weren’t just watching anymore—they were trying to figure out what they had stumbled into. From my spot, I caught Rick subtly lifting his phone, camera rolling. He knew. This wasn’t just another roadside argument. His lens swept over the crowd, capturing every shift, every expression. Whatever was about to happen, it wouldn’t stay a quiet little gas station story for long.
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