The night after Rosie and Drama blinded Grady, we decided to go for a ride.
Grady accepted the blinding with grace; something not all men can do. When he came to without his sight, he laid in bed for a period of time just listening to the house around him. We decided to go for a ride because he had planned one, regardless, and being now blind wouldn't stop him from it.
He invited Rosie because she was the one who'd taken his sight, and because he loved her, and because she wanted to go. Brad and Clyde and I invited ourselves because it was the first time anything had happened to us, our small and inconsequential biker gang, which facilitated our riding together in a way that fit the character we'd chosen for ourselves as a gang. If we ever went before, there would be insincere carousing, wheelies popped in posing jest of ourselves and none of us could stand it, really, so we just didn't go.
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