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his torso and squeezed. Suddenly, the bike revved and I could feel the vibrations reverberate through my entire body and then we were off. I squeezed even tighter as Dutch weaved through the parking lot going way too fast in my opinion. He was probably actually going much slower that he could have. However, that was nothing compared to what it felt like when we hit the street.
    The bike roared down the boulevard and I tucked as close to Dutch as I could manage. My heart was racing a mile a minute and it felt as if my bones might rattle apart. Dutch looked over his shoulder and chuckled. “Not too scary,” was all he said before he cranked on the throttle and the bike went even faster. I screamed despite myself and I could feel Dutch laugh again. Soon though, we left the downtown area and as the traffic became lighter, I ventured a look over Dutch’s shoulder and felt the wind hit my face.
    Dutch seemed completely at ease as the pavement flew past under his tires. One wrong move and we’d probably be dead, but I trusted Dutch and his skill. His calm put me at ease and after a while, I was able to enjoy the ride. It was so different from riding in a car. Everything seemed so much closer and clearer and the wind hitting us as we rode was, well, exhilarating.
    Just as I was learning to love riding on the bike behind Dutch, however, he pulled off the highway and coasted to a stop in front of a bar. There were a dozen other motorcycles and a few pickup trucks out front and a neon sign glowed up on the roof. It read, “The Oasis.” It looked like an old general store with a covered wooden porch, wood shingle roof and peeling paint on the clapboard siding. Neon beer signs hung in the windows and I could hear rock music coming from the wide-open front door. All I could think as we climbed off the bike was, “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
    We went inside and I couldn’t help but feeling a little nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. Dutch wasn’t exactly forthcoming about what we were doing there. The only time I’d ever seen a place like this was in a movie and usually a fight broke out. However, inside the bar all my fears were quickly alleviated. It wasn’t the atmosphere that made me feel better. It was loud and rowdy in the bar. Smoke hung heavy in the air and the place smelled of beer. Most of the patrons looked scary, especially to a girl from the city who spent most of her time around urbanites.
    Even though the people looked scary, they weren’t. Dutch’s friends, a few couples and a handful of single guys, all dressed like Dutch for the most part, greeted us. They didn’t give me sideways glances or sneer at me as I’d seen the people at my favorite coffeehouse do when someone that didn’t quite fit in walked through the door. No, these people seemed to accept me without question. One big guy with arms as large as I’d ever seen even picked me up and hugged me as if I was child.
    His wife was quite large herself with breasts that were as big as the tank on Dutch’s motorcycle and barely contained behind her leather vest. Some of the guys I met looked rough and dirty. One was even missing several teeth. The other women in the small group were all pretty but in a natural sort of way. I was fairly sure none of them had seen the inside of a posh salon in quite a while and they all seemed to have a penchant for clothes that hugged their curves and showed off their bodies. Though a few were thin, many of the women were larger and seemed to wear that like a badge of honor.
    Nevertheless, everyone I met was friendly and accepting. I could only imagine what Becky might think of this bunch but I liked them. They were loose, fun and loud but they seemed like a family of sorts. I’m sure they had their drama but this was nothing like my friends. I hadn’t realized how uptight my circle of friends was until I met Dutch’s