“You don’t have to,” Tank replied. “Just promise us one thing—stay in touch. We ride together now.”

Arthur nodded, a smile breaking through the weariness. “I promise.”

As the bikers prepared to leave, they made sure Arthur had their contact information, along with a plan to meet again. Diesel handed him a leather jacket, the Thunderbirds patch emblazoned on the back. “Welcome to the family,” he said.