Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

saw it—a flicker of light. Then another. They weren’t the steady, high-mounted lights of a plow or an emergency vehicle. They were low, dancing searchlights cutting through the drift.

Motorcycles.

The roar grew deafening, a chorus of engines that sounded like prehistoric beasts. Six shapes emerged from the gloom, surrounding the car in a tight formation.continue reading …