“Not much of a truck driver either,” she said casually.
The bikers frowned.
Before they could question her, a deep mechanical rumble shook the diner. Outside, a massive engine roared to life.
The bikers rushed to the window.
The old man climbed into his semi truck, chrome glinting in the parking lot lights. He shifted gears smoothly, like someone who had done it a thousand times. The truck rolled backward.
Straight over three motorcycles parked neatly in a row.
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