“I drive that truck all the time,” Evelyn says.
“I call bullshit on that one. I know my father.”
“Okay,” she admits. “I’ve driven it twice.”
“And he’s letting you drive it?” Lola asks.
“Okay, maybe he’s sending Memphis with it.”
“Why not Keno?” Lola asks.
Evelyn shrugs. “Guess he’s busy.”
Thirty minutes later, Memphis shows up, and we stop by The Gaslight Pub to get my bike and gear.
When we get to the track, Memphis helps me unload the bike and gas it up.
I smile at the girls and put my helmet on.
“Girl, you look badass,” Evelyn says, taking me in from head to toe. “I may have to take up this sport. I especially love those boots with the buckles up your leg.”
“Thanks. Wish me luck.” I climb onto my bike and roar out onto the track. I make four laps before I stop.
The girls jump up and down.
“Oh my God, babe. You flew past those guys!” Lola shouts, giving me a high-five.
“You rocked it, Maggie,” Memphis says. “Those dudes had nothing on you.”
I pull off my helmet, grinning, happy these women are here cheering me on. I’ve never had close girlfriends, and it feels so good to be part of this group.
I ride for another forty-five minutes before calling it quits.
When we arrive back in Durango, Memphis drives straight to the bar, and Keno is waiting in the alley, next to his bike, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Did you call him?” I ask Memphis.
“I texted him. Told him we were on our way.”
Memphis stops the truck, and we all get out. Then he and Keno unload the bike, and Lola tugs on my arm.
“Show us the bar. I’ve never been inside.”
I give the girls a tour, even though I know Evelyn has been here with Rock once or twice.
“I like this place,” Lola says. “We should all come up here and have a girls’ night sometime.”
“Sure,” I say, shrugging.
“You live above the place, right?” Evelyn asks.
“Yes. There’s an apartment upstairs.”
“Oh, cool. Show us your place,” Lola says.
“Lola, that’s her private space.”
“I don’t mind. Come on.” I lead the way up the staircase across from the office, and we all troop in the apartment.