A Tumble Man
Every weekend biker packs occupy my little mountain village. If the weather is good 100, 200, or more bikers are buzzing around this town of 1,500 (full time residents). There are no street lights, no fast food joints, nightclubs or cool bars. The town is so small there is no mail delivery and we take our own trash to the dump.
Bikers don't come because the town is great, or as anything much to offer. They could'nt care less about the destination... its the Ride that keep'em coming... the journey... up the mountainside... and back down again.
When a biker faces the end of the road a character decision must be made... Slide or Tumble.
It sounds like Big Bill had a good ride, with good buddys. And, in the end... a Tumble Man.
R.I.P