03/23/2025
"The Empty Chair" 🏍💔🔥
There was always **one empty chair** at the clubhouse.
No one sat in it. No one moved it. It stayed right where it had always been—next to the cafe, facing the door.
It belonged to **Billy "Grizz" Carter**, the heart of the club. The kind of man who never left a brother stranded, who rode through rainstorms just to check on a friend. He had the loudest laugh, the strongest handshake, and the **biggest heart.**
But last year, on a cold November morning, Billy took his **last ride.**
A careless driver. A blind turn. The sound of screeching tires and shattering chrome.
By the time the crew got there, **it was too late.**
At the funeral, the whole town lined up as **a hundred Harleys** rumbled down Main Street in his honor. But nothing filled the silence he left behind.
Every Sunday, the club still meets at the old cafe. They raise a glass to Billy, tell stories about the wild rides, and laugh at his terrible jokes.
But when the laughter dies down, someone always glances at **the empty chair.**
And for a moment… it feels like Billy is still there.
Maybe he is.
Because legends never die.
🏍💔 **“Ride in peace, brother.”**
