Thirty Engines

The first motorcycle appeared around the corner like a piece of black thunder.

Then another followed.

And another.

Arthur stopped breathing.

Thirty motorcycles rolled into view.

Cruisers, touring bikes, old Harleys, polished customs, machines painted black, silver, blue, and deep metallic green. Chrome flashed beneath the morning sunlight while thirty engines blended into one enormous roar.

Neighbors came onto their porches.