Chapter Twenty Six
Biker Bar
The roads were quiet, and we pulled into the “Watering Hole Sports Bar”! The parking lot had 10 or 12 motorcycles and the place looked to live up to its name. “Alexa, this is a biker bar. Are you sure you want to stop here?” I asked a little concerned over the helmet radio. “I know some bikers; their reputation is overblown most are very nice. The game is in the 7th. I just checked my phone. If you want to see the end of the game, this is our best option!” She responded. “OK.” I said weakly. We parked side by side near the end of the gravel lot under a feeble light. Somehow, I felt like I was in a horror movie. Typically, this would not bother me but today I was the girl in heels! Note to self, remove heels if you must run. I had emotions running through my m
