Rock Store The day didn’t announce itself. It rarely does. It simply arrived — quiet, patient — and waited for us to decide whether we would meet it halfway. At Southern California Motorcycles , the bikes stood in loose formation, as if they had gathered of their own accord. Luke moved among them without urgency — not because there was nothing to do, but because he didn’t carry the weight of needing to rush it. There was a quiet happiness in him, the kind that comes from watc