Category: Motorcycle / Biker

The dust outside TB Mars shimmered like rusted glass when the club rolled out. Five engines snarled in unison, single file, not side-by-side. On Earth, they might’ve ridden two-by-two, tight and proud. But Mars wasn’t Earth. The trails weren’t wide freeways; they were carved paths of salt and shale, broken rover ruts, and the jagged…

I remember old Grizz, a mechanic out of Pendleton, leaning against the frame of his half-buried garage, flipping a wrench in one hand and a cigarette in the other, muttering, “Guess this is what the end smells like.” Cities burned under the glow of dead traffic lights. Governments folded like wet paper bags. Satellites blinked…