... several Harley Davidsons, obviously needing tuneups, backfiring as they slowed to a halt outside a biker bar next to the trailer park.
The leader of the pack swung his leg over his bike and stood there beneath the security light just long enough for Muffy to recognize the Motorcycle cop. This time, however, he was wearing civilian clothes (if you can call a full set of leathers "civilian clothes").
"Again?", she asked. "Why do I keep running into this guy?".
All the bikers were wearing black leather jackets with their organization's name and emblem on the back. Muffy couldn't quite make it out at this distance, but it looked ominous. It reminded her of the gang wars in Los Angeles that she had read about. "Do the Bloods have a group here? Or, did they ride all the way from LA?", wondered Muffy. "Well, that's a stupid question. These guys must be local. Their leader is that local Motorcycle Cop who somehow makes me see things. They must be locals."
Her engineer companion, being a very astute individual, immediately noticed how Muffy had tightened up and became quiet when she saw the bikers. "Well, it's OK, honey. Those guys are harmless. They're just a bunch of actors who come here every night after a day of filming their latest movie. They're not really as tough as they look."
Muffy, feeling relieved that she was being accompanied by an expert in the local biker bar clientele, relaxed, and then continued her enjoyable discussion with the engineer. "Dang", she thought. "I was so overcome by his manliness that I didn't really hear his name when he said it. I've just gotta' learn to pay more attention to the non-physical aspects of men."
As they continued past the biker bar, Muffy heard the leader/motorcycle cop yell out as he entered the seedy establishment, "Hey, Al-len! How's it hangin'? Starting kinda' early tonight, aren't you?" The biker bar's resident bar stool warmer just grinned and ordered another brew.
The biker gang filed into the bar one at a time. Which was a good thing, because the door frame wasn't wide enough to fit two if these manly hulks at a time.
Muffy briefly thought how much fun it would be to push one of those bikes over and watch the chain reaction as they all fell down one at a time. Just like that game they used to play when she was a kid in the orphanage. Of course, in the orphanage, it wasn't motorcycles they pushed over, but that's not important right now.
"Nah ... Better not ..."
"Well, maybe ..."
Her engineer companion looked on in horror as ... |
