I sit at the bar, casually changing glances from the baseball game on TV to my two cousins chatting on about some new show they’ve started watching. The band is in the background, setting up for their show tonight. They’ve drawn in a bit of a rougher-looking crowd; many bikers, old and young, are beginning to file in. I casually glance behind me, towards the door, right as he walks in; late forties, early fifties, leather...