When it came time to leave, Walter’s son walked him to the car. The engines of the motorcycles roared like a chorus behind them, not of fear but of loyalty and family bond.
“You sure you’re okay, Dad?” his son asked, his voice softer than anyone in that diner would have expected.
The son hugged him tightly, something the two hadn’t done in years. For a moment, under the wide American sky, the sound of motorcycles became something deeper. It was a hymn of resilience, redemption, and the enduring power of love between a father and son.
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