Chapter SeventeenIn the midst of that spine-tingling, salubrious moment punctuated by the heady feeling of Bev's embrace— flashback to that previous vision— the cacophonic scream of machines filled the air and through the woods they came in a long column, crashing through briar and twigs and early summer hay. We broke apart startled by the noise of throbbing engines. Night blanketed the heavens in its fullest, deepest sense. The bikers, hair streaming back, eyes coated in coal black shades, careened and thundered in a circle around the fire, around us as we stood together, coughing out dust and thick smoke as each machine vied to out-roar the next. After completing its ring, each bike bounced off through the trees where the leader stopped in the clearing, scattering people, bottles and bla
