a guy at the dealership who’d been wanting to invest in something. The Shovelhead came home in the back of a rented U-Haul on a Tuesday in October.
I parked it on the concrete in Dad’s garage. The exact spot it used to live. Then I went inside and I told him to come out, I had something to show him.
He was sixty-four years old by then. He walked slower.continue reading …
