Snow sweeps across an empty highway, swallowing the lights of a fading diner named Martha’s Place. Inside, an elderly widow wipes the counter for the 10th time that night. Her eyes heavy but kind. She’s alone, the storm outside fierce enough to keep the world away. Then, headlights. 10 motorcycles crawl through the blizzard, engines coughing, riders shivering.
Snow sweeps across an empty highway, swallowing the lights of a fading diner named Martha’s Place. Inside, an elderly widow wipes the counter for the 10th time…