Four burly riders immediately dropped to their knees beside their motorcycles, sweeping their hands beneath the frame rails, battery boxes, and leather saddlebag mounts.
Beside Dutch’s cruiser, a senior road mechanic felt along the underside of the rear fender near the fuel lines. His fingers hit a magnetic casing.
With a sharp pull, he brought out a compact, black plastic receiver rigged with a wireless radio transmitter wired directly into the ignition coil—a remote-detonated ignition trap designed to ignite the instant the convoy hit highway speeds.
"President," the mechanic called out, his voice grim as he held up the device for the entire club to see. "Dutch... this was set on four lead bikes."
A cold, deadly silence swept across the twenty riders.
Had they rolled onto Highway 10 and opened their throttles, the lead formation would have been obliterated before reaching the county line.