Brad knew it was foolish to be driving a motorcycle this late in November. However, with his car in the shop and his wife visiting her mom in Florida with the kids, there was no other option – except maybe Uber, which could be rough on the pockets. With Christmas a few weeks away and two hopeful boys with long Santa lists, he couldn’t afford to bleed cash.  On the plus side, it hadn’t started snowing yet, and the roads were clear, although the forecast called for a monster hit this evening. But it would all be fine. He was doing the speed limit, there was no one on the highway, and he’d be safely home before the storm arrived. He cracked his neck to relieve tight muscles as a thousand work thoughts passed through his mind. His manager had warned that profits were down, and layoffs might be coming