Bikers, Rookies and Geeks

Agreed, damn good idea. Glad I thought of it.

 

Besides, it was my fucking money. That nun didn't need it.
I'll spend it how I like.

 

A kid I worked with back during "American Grafitti" bought a Cushman and let
Billy and I take it for a "cruise". Looked pretty silly with Bill at 6'4"
and 250# and me just a tad shorter so we got some ragging. When 4 guys in a
2-door sedan got nasty Billy asked if I could grab the left door frame and
hold the door shut. Sure, so while I did he ran around, got in the right
door and began hitting people. Pretty soon it soon looked like a disney
cartoon where the dog and cat get in the washing machine with feet and fists
flying. I even got smacked a couple myself but held on. Finally Billy showed
up at the left door and I let him out. The others didn't know that he gone
and kept hitting everything that moved as we rode off. Life was good ....

 

I love it.. Brian, my son and I were coming back after a real neat day ride
one Sunday afternoon.. We'd crossed one of the local lake areas and that
traffic was bad.. as usual.. We were just kind of loafing along when a
carload of those Sunday lake players came tearing up behind us tearing up
that highway and weaving across the road.. Brian and I moved as far to the
right as we could, I was directly behind him.. When that bunch of halfwit
drunks passed Brian, beer cans, bottles and shit flew all over him, out of
that carload of idiots..

Knowing that a little town with some signals was just ahead, we just sorta
kept up and followed them.. Sure enough, they had to stop for a light and I
pulled up about two feet from the drivers side, Brian pulled up on the
passenger side.. The driver looked around, and all shocked, surprised and a
shit eating grin on his face.. He said " hey man.. didn't see you" .. I got
off the bike and reached for his door... "See me now, sport" I asked him..

Holy sheeyit.. the car rocked sideways and I looked over to see chrome
mirrors and shit flying all over that highway.. Brian had leaned back and
was tearing the whole side of that damned car up.. Damn.. I stopped what I
was doing to watch Brian methodically doing a good demolishion thing on that
sled.. Glass broke and that bunch of drunks were screaming and trying to sit
in each other's lap.. The light changed and they sped off.. The other
drivers around us were laughing their heads off.. Most of them had seen what
had happened back down the road and those damned drunks had nearly run them
off the road, too... A lot of them were blowing horns and cheering us on..
We politely bowed to the crowd, remounted and finished our leisurely ride
home..

Bill Walker

 

Besides, it was my fucking money. That nun didn't need it. I'll spend it
how I like.

Wakko


‘‘I heard that! Yes sir, and fucking money is some serious money,
not that credit card money, crap type. We're talking fucking money,
which is good as cash.!
Yoggie Bear aka Bjay