Frank stood in my garage, staring at four brand-new motorcycles.
Pete looked ready to laugh.
Walter hadn’t moved.
I’d spent three years saving for this moment, and suddenly, I was terrified my oldest friends would refuse.
« Remember what we promised each other when we were 13? » I asked.
But I should explain.
My name is Robert, and I recently turned 58.
Back in 1981, Frank, Pete, Walter, and I were inseparable.