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| Davisha's Ride | Started by: Davisha on Jul 02, '08 10:20 |
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[i] Getting off the highway in the new city was a bit unnerving, but she was feeling adventurous. She had talked about moving toward the middle of the country, but this was the first time she had ever done anything about it. Davisha had left behind all the friends she had, her home, and even the love of her life. Well, not the real love of her life. Her real, true love was her motorcycle. It never lied, cheated, or stole from her. She had decided to move even though she would miss the endless highways, the sea during high tide, and the warmth of the sun most of the year round. As she pulled up to a light, Davisha noticed a few men standing about on the corner. One looked ugly enough to eat nails for breakfast without the milk and sugar. The other two just looked dumb as though they were waiting for ugly to make a move. Lowering her goggles, she waited for the light then took off. Gliding down the street, she was free as a bird, but something told her to give a glance back. When she did, Davisha watched as one of the men on the corner crumple to the ground dead. Patting the side of her hog, she whispered, [/i] "We're not at home anymore." [i] Stopping at one of the local businesses, she pulled up and placed the bike on its stand. At the food stand, she ordered her food. When she turned around there was a circle of people around her bike. Striding over, she grabbed the handle and gave them an ice cold stare as she hissed, [/i] "Don't touch the bike unless you wish to have me run over your dead body before your funeral." [i] The crowd backed away except for one person who continued to stare. Taking her food from the counter, she climbs back on the bike and starts to eat her meal. Raising a brow, her ice, blue eyes focused on the person continuing to stay. Once her mouth was cleared of the first bite, she asked, [/i] "Something I can help you with?" |
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Mac grinned sheepishly. Although he was a man among men in any given situation, he was somewhat shy with the ladies. He nodded his hat to Davisha and spoke in a low, admiring tone... "Is that one of those Harley Davidson V-Twins I keep hearing about?" He walked around to the side of the cycle and knelt down to admire the bodywork. "It sure is a nice piece of work, Ma'am." Standing up and taking a step backwards, he smiled at her and spoke again. "Don't suppose you'd be interested in selling her?" |
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| Reply by: Mac_Morrelli at Jul 02, '08 21:46 | |
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