14
“I need ice,” Ida moaned, face down on the hotel bed. “I think I broke my butt.”
“We all need ice,” Edna complained.
Rand and I had met up with the ladies and their biker crew in Nashville. It had been a long day and a half of driving and we hadn’t caught up with the Comets yet. We thought that by staying overnight in the city we might blend into the crowd, avoiding unwanted attention.
“I always thought it’d be fun to ride cross-country on a motorcycle,” Mrs. Janowski said. “I can honestly say that the magic might have worn off a bit.”
“A bit?” Ida snapped. “I’m not going to be able to move for weeks.”
“Can we fly the rest of the way?” Edna pleaded.
“And leave the riders to bike it alone?” Mrs. Janowski scolded.
“But they’re bikers. That’s what they do,” Ida stated.
Mrs. Janows
