Daddy's Biker Buddies
By Chelsea Cherry
Copyright © 2011 by Chelsea Cherry
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the authors’ imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted without permission in writing from Chelsea Cherry.
Adults Only - All characters contained herein are all above 18 years old.
For as long as I can remember, my parents have been motorcycle enthusiasts. They each have bikes, but they usually ride together. It's not really my thing. I prefer clean-cut preppy guys, but to each his own I guess.
My house has always been the hangout for the biker clan. It wasn't unusual for there to be rows of Harley's and other shiny bikes lined up in the driveway as my parents hosted card games and parties that went on to all hours of the night.
The card games weren't that bad, but the summer bon-fires sometimes got a bit rowdy. Groups of bikers drinking, swearing, and partying it up was the lifestyle my parents lived for. Don't get me wrong, they were responsible and had tents and campers for the partiers, but this was no shy bunch.
I tried to avoid it as much as possible. I had a reputation to uphold, and I wasn't about to let my parents ruin it. One time my dad actually thought he could pick me up from school on his motorcycle! The nerve. He pulled in the bus loop on his shiny black bike with his bandana on and his long grey and black beard blowing in the wind. He stopped right in front of me and leaned forward as if I was just going to hop on. As if! There was no fucking way. They had a perfectly fine Dodge van in the garage, so there was no need to include me in the biker lifestyle.