That was until I made a pit stop at a family wedding and some biker hottie took me on the ride of my life. I’m talking full throttle, peddle to metal, and give him the checkered flag kind of ride.
Oh yeah, he was that good!
And like all things in my life recently, he crashed and burned.
So, I returned home to New Orleans and concentrated on winning my first race, only to learn my pit-crew waved the caution flag and brought in an alternate...
C.C.:
“I look at racecars like a guy looks at my butt!”
What can I say? I’m a one-track girl.
That was until I made a pit stop at a family wedding and some biker hottie took me on the ride of my life. I’m talking full throttle, peddle to metal, and give him the checkered flag kind of ride.
Oh yeah, he was that good!
And like all things in my life recently, he crashed and burned.
So, I returned home to New Orleans and concentrated on winning my first race, only to learn my pit-crew waved the caution flag and brought in an alternate driver.
The biker hottie that revved my engine at a family wedding.
Trip:
“Sometimes to get to the finish line, you just have to sit back and enjoy the ride!”
I’ve spent the last ten years trying to escape the shadows of my past after a tragic accident. Left scarred, I traded my dream of fast cars and checkered flags for the life of motorcycles and brotherhood.
Content to live out the rest of my days with the Sons of Hell, I embraced my new life and never looked back. However, when a former friend showed up out of the blue and asked for my help, I found myself reluctantly racing back into a world I once loved.
In the heart of the racing world, where the roar of engines and the thrill of speed dominate, a determined and talented racer, and a reluctant biker haunted by a tragic past, find themselves maneuvering the high-octane track of love, rivalry, and redemption.
Welcome back to the Shenandoah Valley, for the final installment of the Sons of Hell Motorcycle!
