Wheels of Wisdom

I live in a rural area and our meetings are small, usually eight to twelve people. We had started our regular discussion meeting one evening and were deep into discussion with one of our members. "Lenny" was nearing the end of his parole, and the discussion was about the fact that two weeks after it was over one of his old buddies, a member of a motorcycle gang, was going to get married. Lenny was in a bind. This group of bikers was known to be heavy hitters and would be at the wedding. It was one of those confusing issues of people, places, and things.