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“You rode the Bonneville,” he says finally. Not a question.

“You’re a better rider than me now,” he says. xev bellringer ride

“Prove it.”

“I always was. You just never let me drive.” “You rode the Bonneville,” he says finally

He steps out onto the walkway, shirtless, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other. He sees me. He freezes. “You rode the Bonneville

Come home. No. Too soft.