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It was the next afternoon when Mrs. Janowski and her troop rode in. I’m not sure what I had been expecting, but this wasn’t quite it. I guess I expected the ladies to ride in sidecars, wearing leather aviator helmets and goggles.
No, they were on the back of bikes, leathered neck to toe, including DOT-approved helmets. Only the colors varied on the full helmets. Edna’s was pink, Sylvia’s had been black but she added cheetah-print stickers, Mrs. Janowski’s and Ida’s were black with flames on the side. Mrs. Janowski added spikes on the top of her helmet.
There were ten bikers in all. Included in the mix were Hank, Jack, Bob, and Mac. A few others I recognized from the bar, but I didn’t know their names. They all looked tired and rough. Jack, who was normally quite devilishly handsome i
