Burn Out by Wayfarer
with illustration by Wayfarer
The winds slapped his body as he kept his head steady, guiding the Fat Boy through backroads, out past county lines. The roads uneven, but the path was known to him. The brothers had brought the fight to the establishment.
The State however considered them a malignant minority. Even as cops and Congressmen thrashed the group with harsh laws and fines, the rider’s outlook was – all for one and one invaluable Constitution.
As they stood their ground, an underground parking lot exploded.
“Outlaws!”
“Scum!”
Age-old slimy propaganda to delude the masses. In a city that banned ICE engines, it was anybody’s guess what had exploded.
(publication dated 23-March-2024)