The adrenaline coursing through my veins had begun to settle down as I took Jen's hand. Her hand in mine, I led her back to the waiting Harley in front of the warehouse.
"Damn babe, that was sick"!
"Thanks Marcus, that was amazing. Thank you so much, I have to get me one of those"!
"Right! They are sweet little machines".
I had a tight hold on Jen's hand as we thanked the twins and left the building. We skipped our way over to the Harley. With our helmets still on I motioned for her to jump on behind me once again.
"Come on speed racer, let's get some grub. You like Mexican food"?
"Oh, heck yeah. I'm starving"!
I pulled the bike back onto the street heading north again. My small desert city has an old downtown area just ahead. The whole spot has an distressed look to it, old wood store fronts and log railings surround a covered wood walkway. The first is the old drug store on the left fallowed by a saloon, a barber shop, general store and an ice cream parlor. On the right are two cafes separated by a western style gift shop, and down the end is my favorite Mexican food joint.
"Marcus this is super cute"!
I could hear the excitement in her voice and felt her grip my waist harder as we slowly cruised through town. As we passed the saloon I noticed a few bikes parked out front, mostly Harleys. While taking notice of a spot directly in front of the restaurant I slowed to a stop and backed the shiny bike right in front all by itself. The joint was a walk up style and had it's typical line of people out front. I set our helmets on the seat of the bike and we walked over to take our place at the back of the line.
"Is there always this long of a line"?
"Yep".
The menu sits just above the order and pickup windows, it's written in chalk on a black board.
"What's good here babe"?
"The menu changes weekly, it's always good".
"K"
I fell a tap on my shoulder as I'm deciding what I want.
"Hey brother, that your bike"?
I turned to face a man slightly older than myself, he's my height and uncomfortably close to me. I can smell fresh whiskey on his breath and the blood shot eyes staring directly into mine radiated anger. I can't see what he's wearing, he's far to close and I don't want to look down. His smooth scalp and the way he called me brother has me on edge, the 38 pressed against my left side balances my tension just bit.
"Yes sir it is, she's a beauty ain't she"?
My reply, calm and relaxed almost welcoming had caught him off guard. I could see it in his eyes, his brow scrunched in and down in confusion.
"Yeah, she's a nice bike kid. You uh looking to sell her, say ten grand"?
"I'm sorry sir but she's not for sale, it belonged to a good friend of mine before he passed away".
"Is that right, well sorry to hear that, I wont bother you anymore kid".
"No problem sir, have a nice day"
He turned on his heels, stepped of the curb and walked across the street causing a horn to honk. The whiskey drinker lifted his middle finger and continued on his way.
"What the hell was that Marcus"?
"I don't know"
It was our turn to order so I let the incident slide from my mind.
