Travis Steps Up
Travis, clearly trying to hold onto his bravado, shouted out with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How about a race?” he challenged, his voice dripping with the kind of false confidence that was easy to see through. It was an attempt to regain control, to prove he wasn’t rattled by the trucker’s quiet demeanor. “Let’s see if that big rig of yours can keep up!” he added, the words coming out louder than he probably intended.
The crowd around us shifted uneasily, some of them chuckling nervously at the absurdity of it all. It was a risky move, and even from where I stood, it was clear to everyone except Travis just how ridiculous his challenge was. The idea of racing a massive rig against a biker’s bike seemed laughable, and the nervous laughter in the crowd reflected how out of touch Travis was with the situation. His attempt to look cool was only drawing more attention to his growing desperation.
