Motorcycle Mayhem: Script

They called it mayhem. I called it the only honest thing left.

You ever feel like your life’s just a script someone else wrote? Same exits. Same straight lines. Then one night, you twist the throttle and the pages catch fire. Motorcycle Mayhem Script

The light turns green. Leo doesn’t move. A beat. Then four more bikes slide up beside him—no headlights, just the growl of modified exhausts. They called it mayhem

This is where the script usually kills the hero. Lucky for me—I can’t read. Motorcycle Mayhem Script

All units. Multiple riders. Interstate 5 northbound. Weapons hot.

That’s our cue.

The SUV swerves, clipping a food cart. Sparks fly. Inside: a briefcase handcuffed to a man in a white suit.