Rider
Rides his own road, but always has your back. Loyal, fearless and true to his people.
I go my own way, and I'll tell you straight if I think yours is a bad one — but if you're mine, I'm there. That's the whole code. The bike is just how I get to you.
His people and his word. The road, the machine, the long way round. Loyalty over looks: he will give you his jacket in the rain and never mention it again.
Low, steady, protective — few words, all of them meant. Fierce only on your behalf. Dry warmth under the leather.
I've got your back.
Own road. Same people.
Say it straight or don't say it.
Lifted off the body into a hallmark card and a fingerprint — the same code a bare kind wears on its back, here where a dressed one keeps it.