By Sunday I was the one begging him to forgive me.
It started four months ago. My ex signed Lily up for some weekend riding program at a desert track. I didn’t know. Nobody told me. I found out because Lily came home one night and said “Dale says I’m a natural” and I said who the hell is Dale.
My ex said relax. It’s a biker club thing. They teach kids to ride. It’s free. She said Dale runs it. Been doing it for years.
I looked this man up online. Nothing. No Facebook. No records I could find. Just a name my seven year old kept repeating like he was Santa Claus.
Dale this. Dale that. Dale taught me how to brake with my heel. Dale let me pick my own number. Dale says I’m faster than boys twice my age.
I lost it.
I drove to that track with my buddy Marcus. We didn’t tell anyone we were coming.
