Monday morning started with the sound of three motorcycles pulling into the parking lot before I’d even finished my first cup of coffee.
I smiled before I realized I was smiling and that was becoming a dangerous habit.
Only a couple of weeks ago, I dreaded opening the roller door every morning because I never knew whether anyone would show up.
Now I wondered which members of the Iron Vipers would arrive first.
Business had changed almost over night.
The monthly maintenance contract had guaranteed steady work from the club but something else had happened that I hadn’t expected.
People talked and apparently word spread quickly when a motorcycle club trusted the same mechanic with every one of their bikes.
Local riders began stopping by simply because they’d heard about Lawson Cu
