From the book Rescued – (Another Chance)

Rick kept asking me to make a Friday night visit to the Honeybee Farm. I made a deal with Rick. I would commit to attending one meeting.

On a Friday night, I arrived around 6:30 p.m. I pulled up into the parking area on my loud 650 BSA Lightning motorcycle. I forgot I was sporting an obscene patch on the back pocket of my well-worn Wrangler jeans.

There was a group of college kids gathered outside of the old farmhouse. I could hear an acoustic guitar echoing from inside the house…..

• What my 650 looked like when brand new.