The End, One Supposed

Part VIII of Fuck Me Twice

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It was an interesting telephone yell upward to the Philadelphia Police.

"My motorbike has been stolen."

"Give me the VIN# please.", asked a pleasant sounding adult woman on the other end.

"86754 XXX"

"That's already been reported honey.  But, skillful news, it's been recovered.  You tin larn pick it upward at....".

"53rd too Pentridge, right?  I already did that.  It's been stolen again."

"Oh honey, yous don't convey whatever luck, produce you?"

The insurance companionship was a fiddling to a greater extent than skeptical, demanding I pay for even too thus some other police clit report.  Weeks turned into months too finally 2 years passed.  There were other motorcycles, some better, some worse.  A 1979 CX500 (utter pile of shit), a 1980 Yamaha 650 Special amongst custom pigment (great wheel when the charging organisation worked) too a 1979 CB750F Supersport (again, a corking wheel when the charging organisation worked or the ignitor boxes weren't failing), but the fiddling triple was non forgotten.

A friend decided he only had to convey a motorcycle, which is how nosotros constitute ourselves at ane of the less reputable hole inwards the wall cycle shops inwards Philadelphia.  Their wares were overpriced too had by too large been flogged to inside an inch of death, I would non convey felt comfortable riding ane of those rigs only about the block, allow lonely across the country, every bit nosotros planned.  The tattooed rockabilly mechanic/salesmen wouldn't allow it go, he was determined to present us everything too assay his superior two-wheel acumen.  He had already made technically inaccurate statements regarding motorcycles, but I didn't convey the ticker to effort too prepare him.  This turn down from a Social Distortion route crew led us to a dimly lit dorsum room to present us the "project bikes".  Again, by too large worn out machines beingness hacked into Frankensteinian abortions.  He was most proud of his novel "chopper project".

"I bet yous can't tell me what it is," he said, pointing to his "project", a frame amongst a motor too exhaust sitting on the flooring tilted at a haphazard angle.

"It's what's left of a 1976 Suzuki GT380, too I truly ain it.  It's stolen."

 My eyes were drawn to the exhaust pipes, the left ane unmistakably soil downward from beingness dragged.  I looked for the oddball kickstart lever, check, my wiring repairs, check.  I knelt downward too read the VIN#, having committed The Skunk's to ticker past times repeated readings to the police clit too State Farm.  There was no doubt, this had been my motorcycle, too it looked worse than the in conclusion fourth dimension I saw it 2 years ago.

The await of stupor on Rockabilly Rob's human face upward was worth the cost of admission.  He stuttered too stammered too abruptly left the room, returning amongst the shop's owner, a goliath of a man.

The proprietor stood half dozen human foot half dozen too unopen to 300 pounds, covered inwards jailhouse tattoos.  If the rumors were to live on believed he was hooked upward amongst motorbike gangs too drug sales, he sure looked the part.  The exclusively other fourth dimension I had been to his shop, I watched him larn pissed at a motorbike that was leaking gas, which he promptly picked upward too tossed into the street.  He towered over me amongst his arms crossed.

"That wheel ain't stolen, understand?  It's fourth dimension for yous too your friend to leave.  There is nada hither yous demand to live on worried well-nigh except yourself, got it?"

What could I say?  I suppose I could convey gotten the championship too returned amongst the police, but what inwards the hell was I going to produce amongst a frame too motor inwards my apartment?  If I caused problem for this scumbag, I mightiness terminate upward amongst to a greater extent than than my portion every bit well.  There was no means out here, except empty handed.  No jurist would live on meted out on this day.  Like too thus many other cruelly disappointing situations inwards life that seem to demand action, the exclusively existent selection was to walk away.

And remember.  

What remained of The Skunk inwards that South Philadelphia store was less than this.

  

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