The road opened up for them as the metallic hog lurched forward. The earth was a motion of blur with the black strip of asphalt the only clear object. They rode in a V formation, a biker to both sides of Black Dog. Wind spat at them in an ever constant torrent. Harriot didn't know where they were going, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the ride. He looked at the red lettering on Black Dog's coat. Hounds From Hell was splattered across the leather like bloodstains. Above that, a wolf bared it's teeth at him, its eyes solid orbs of fire. They kept riding until the sun touched down with the horizon. They stopped at a bar by the name Pirahna's lullaby. The bulky double doors swung wide as the gang plowed through the entrance.