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Two months later, I arrived back in Phoenix on my Iron Goddess 1100cc cruiser motorcycle. She had black panels, shiny chrome, and indigo-blue accents. I had named her Storm, after the character from X-Men comic books.
The Athena Sisterhood had invited me to join them on a loop ride through Payson, up along the Mogollon Rim. Riding in the middle of a convoy of two dozen motorcycles was a thrill I never thought I’d experience.
The group ride ended at Gertie’s in Ironwood’s Downtown Square, where Shea presented me with a leather cut with a patch on the back that read Havoc’s Old Lady. The recovery jobs I’d been doing for Pima Bail Bonds allowed me to keep my schedule flexible enough to spend a few days each week with Shea and her niece, Annie. Shea had even joined me at a few of my ther
