He walked into the reception and the friendly face of an older man looked past him to his ride outside.

"Sweet Harley!"

Kyle smiled at the man. "Thanks! I'd like a room for a couple of nights." He decided to play on the side of caution with his concussion.

"Certainly! I can give you the room right there by the office so you can leave your bike where it's parked now. We can keep an eye on it and it's mostly out of the rain."

Kyle looked out the window at the cloudless sky. "Rain?"

"News reported a big storm coming in tonight. I can feel it in my bones...