"Figures all the jokes are about my age," he said. "I'm not too old yet, Kelly can confirm that."

"Whatever you say, Gramps." He turned and scowled at me before we both busted out laughing again, and then it was time. I walked him down between the lines of motorcycles, leaving him at the altar as I went to sit in the front row next to Snake. His motorcycle was parked behind the podium. Crash was standing in the center, an issue of Easy Rider magazine in his hand instead of a bible, and a weird smile on his face. The music changed, "Another One Bites the Dust" changed over...