It's 6:52 in the morning. Sunrise. Baton Rouge Beach. With a whir, Mike Bitton glides across the lot and aligns his white bike with my blue one. He sports a boyish grin. "Morning," he says. The lilt o…
It's 6:52 in the morning. Sunrise. Baton Rouge Beach. With a whir, Mike Bitton glides across the lot and aligns his white bike with my blue one. He sports a boyish grin. "Morning," he says. The lilt o…