THE BIKERS SHOWED UP OUT OF NOWHERE—AND CHANGED EVERYTHING It was a Thursday, just after 6 p.m. I was closing up the small diner I run off Highway 72. Nothing fancy—just pie, burgers, and coffee strong enough to melt paint. That night, a storm rolled in fast. Heavy winds. Sky going dark like someone pulled a blanket over the sun. I was stacking chairs when I saw the first headlight. Then another. And another. Before I knew it, seven motorcycles pulled into the lot, slick with rain and mud. I bra