Sunday, September 13, 2009

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)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

(continued) Looking for Something. . .

"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)