These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
The Trucker’s Next Move
A murmur rippled through the crowd as a few bikers whispered among themselves. “What do you think’s gonna happen?” one asked, nodding toward the trucker. The answers varied, but everyone felt the same thing—that something big was coming. Without a word, the trucker reached into his rig and pulled out a worn leather jacket.
He slipped it on with the same steady calm he’d carried all along. No rush, no nerves—just a man who was ready for whatever came next. The crowd stirred, sensing something they couldn’t quite name. Even Bill, standing beside me, watched with narrowed eyes like he was waiting for a story to unfold.
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