The Silent Autistic Boy Watched the Tattooed Biker Fix Motorcycles Every Afternoon, Until the Day the Gate Opened and One Backward Spark Plug Made Him Speak

Synopsis

I lived across the street from Colt Ransom for six years before I learned anything true about him. I knew he rode a black Harley-Davidson Road King with a dented tank and a cracked leather saddlebag. I knew he worked nights sometimes because his garage light stayed on until after midnight. I knew men in leather stopped by on Saturdays and left with fixed…