“Last chance, boys,” Frank said, his voice low and steady. “Let me pass, or things might get uncomfortable for you.”

The bikers erupted in laughter.

“Oh man,” the leader wheezed, wiping a tear from his eyes. “This is too good. Hey, Spike, you hearing this? The old man thinks he can take us.”

Spike— a mountain of a man with a shaved head— cracked his knuckles menacingly. “Maybe we ought to teach Gramps here a lesson about respecting his betters.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed. He’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but these boys clearly needed to learn some manners. Slowly, deliberately, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.