Sams 1000 Island River Run
The 1950 cherry red Harley-Davidson FLH motorcycle gleamed in the late June morning light in Bill and Helen O’Toole’s driveway. Sam was strapping a small cooler and a duffel bag to the back. The bright sun was drying the dew from the grass. “Sam, I’m sorry,” Helen argued. “I can’t help but think this is a bad idea. I know you’re eighteen and legally there really isn’t anything I can do to stop you, but I don’t think you should go alone.” “Hell, mom,” Sam complained. “I’m not a baby, I can take...