Looking for Something. . .

the dual pipes roared through the next town. Light was starting to dim in the sky and he wanted to get a room before he went running around for the night. He rode past a few bikers parked at a mcdonalds and reved he engine a few times and they all looked and waved. He probably had some back up if he would get into a bad scuffle like the one that almost happened 15 miles back.
He found a cheap hotel; it was a bit run down but there was a bed that he could lay his sleeping bag on top of, so it wasn't so bad. He dumped his gear on the floor and changed his under clothes. He knew he couldn't drink yet, at 19 he was just a few reaches short of the age. He road out to a WalMart and parked his bike in a spot and smoked a cigarette. He looked into the western sky as it made way down behind the huge snow capped mountains. Up there was a life that maybe someday he'd give a try. He lived a rugged life now but more was up there; closer to nature and all of earth. . . (continued)

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"Boy, you best stand down," he spit a few last pieces of tobacco out of his mouth.
The rugged, younger one thought a moment and stood up. He took no crap anymore. He had left home because of the stuff he had had to put of with and now he was gonna have none of it.
"Well sir, seeing as i did nothing to provoke you, i will not stand down."
The older man looked the younger man in the eyes, not a ounce of fear shined out.
"Sit down boy. I ain't lookin' to fight you. Your too young and reckless. Got balls though you do." And that was it the older man walked into the store and left the young one standing outside wondering what had just happened.
The older man walked out minutes later, "What's your name boy?"
"Jack Hinder". Again the man startled Jack because as Jack had finished the r in Hinder the man walked to his truck got in and drove away.
The rain slowed up and Jack figured to head out. People were weird around here. He put on his skull cap helmet and rode away expecting the next town in another 13 or 14 miles. (continued)

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The Harley roared as he flew down the highway. A huge storm was behind him and he wanted to get to the strip of town that was only 3 or 4 miles away; he could take shelter and gas up there. He felt a few drops hit his buckskin jacket as he neard the town. Drops smeard his sunglasses. He roared into town and a few onlookers stared as he pulled into the gas station. His new beard had grown out to a considerable length. He had grown it out since he left school. He had a tattoo across his knuckles that read "Lone Wolf". He filled his tank and paid the clerk inside then parked his bike in parking spot and sat at a picnic table and ate some food and smoked a all natural cigarette. A large man walked by him and gave him a stare and said something under his breath. "What was that?" The older man stopped in midstride as he was going through the door.
"Problem son?"
"Not yet. I heard you say something as ya walked by. What did you say?" The rain came down harder as the tension in the air thickened.
"I don't reckon it much matters to you what i said." He spit a dip of Skoal out of his lip and stared down the rugged looking teenager.
"Sir, I ain't lookin' for trouble but if you want it, i ain't afraid to let you see it show." The biker flicked the last of his cigarette to the ground.

Looking for something

http://www.artsceneiowa.com/artscene-DAVID-MANN.htmlHe woke up just a few minutes before true dawn. He took a quick shower in the dirty motel bath and dressed. He put on a pair of close fitting wrangler jeans and a pair of high leather slip-on boots. A wool plaid flannel came down over his chest and a buckskin jacket over that. He put his spare clothes back into the green army stuff bag and threw one strap over his shoulder. He walked out and tied the bag full of clothes and other goods to the sissy bar. He tied a dirty, ragged bandanna around his head. He put on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses and lit a handmade cigarette. He climbed aboard his old iron horse and started her up. The dual pipes roared and he reved it up to get her warmed up. The sun was gleeming over the motel rooves. He was always up early and laughed at what the sleeping others must think as they wake up to the sound of his bike at 6 AM. He shifted the Harley into first and let the clutch out slow. He had nowhere to be. He rode to the Motel Office and dropped the key off. Then again slowly made way to the lonely, personless road. He had left home only 2 weeks ago and yet, not once had he felt homesick. (to be continued)

Life

Life for me is one fun ride. i try not to take anything to seriously; depending on the situation. I usually live life for that day and look forward only a few times. By that mean taking time in what i do. Try not to wish the day away or hope for tomorrow. I have plans for the future but they dont consist of much. No college or later schooling after i graduate this year. My plan is to see where fate or whatever comes along finds me.

Alone

My truck buggied up the mountain, The person i was following had cut me off on the road that they were supposed to merge into my lane not the other way around. i tore up the mountain and as they dropped down the other side i turned and pulled into a dirt parking lot on top. i turned my truck off and sat on the tailgate. the crickets were chirping and i hear low owling down the valley, though im not sure it was a coyote or just some night bird. I had spent a few days running around with my friends and it was good to be alone. We had went had travelled about 4 hours away from home expecting to sleep on the beach or in my truck down at the ocean but we were sadly mistaken. And after being at the beach for no more than 2 or 3 hours i started the 4 hour drive back home. i sat on the mountain and breathed deep of the woods. i started the truck back up and the dual exhaust roared and i was back to reality.