In the spirit of full disclosure, I have to confess that being tapped for Wild Angels did away with my concentration for a good twenty-four hours. Bikers! Biker gangs! Biker gangs being badasses on wheels! Forget my drafts folder or the sweet romance I was putting together. I had outlaws to daydream about.
I admit I didn’t know much about the world of motorcycle clubs when I first sat down with what eventually became Grounds for Divorce. I didn’t know the difference between the hobbyists and the die-hards, the outlaws and the regular aficionados. But regardless of the distinctions—and I discovered that there are many—what appealed to me most (besides the leather) was the freedom that’s so fundamental to the MC lifestyle. All you need is a bike, an open road, and you’re off.