The Righteous Ride of Gallopin' Gallo / Part Two

[Nick Pierce]

The Twister State

The nice thing about right now is you never run out of it.
That's what Gallo was thinkin' as he piloted his Evo topped '84 FXR down the board flat Kansas Road.

Then he watched his mind start the movie again. It was the story of all the women he had known (in the biblical sense). Although he couldn't remember all ninety nine names, or even the sequence he met them in, he remembered them. Each one.

'Course, these days a body count worked against ya if it was known to have two digits. But back in the Sixties and Seventies, when he spent as much time out of his Originals as in them, no one cared about countin' it. Just doin' it. Anywhere. With anyone.

Now that he thought of it, some of them never said their name. Or asked his.

Like the time in South Florida when he picked up a couple of hitch hikers. Driving a four door Chevy with new tires, he was halfway through a forty mile run to the bus terminal. He saw her standin' there in a brown leather fringe jacket alongside Interstate 95 with some guy. He was an hour ahead of schedule and she looked good.

He stopped.

He'd be droppin' them off soon enough and continuin' on his way so he took the opportunity to get a good look at her as he said "Where to?"

She looked better and better. Young, slim, long light coloured hair. But she was with her old man, he figured. And that made her verbotten for ballin'. One of his few rules.

So he took them to the old wood house that was on an empty two lane side road.
They were on the back porch- she was lookin' about for the key- he was lookin' at her.
And the guy was talkin' about goin' up front to find a way in.
And he let on that he wasn't her old man.

No key to be found- guy went up front and she went up against Gallo. He could hear the guy gettin' into the house as he felt her tongue gettin' into his mouth.

The guy was openin' the porch door from the inside as she peeled off Gallo and whispered "Wait here."

She was back in a moment sayin' "Come on" and they went around the front past Gallo's parked car to another wood building alongside the house.
She pulled up a plywood flap, a little smaller than a sideways door, then sorta sat then rolled onto a waist high deck. She's on her back lookin' at Gallo. He's lookin' in at a box like affair.

Kinda like a coffin on it's side built into the building. But bigger. And she don't look like no corpse, layin' on her jacket in jeans and a t shirt.

"Get in", she says and he does. The flap goes down and he's pullin down her pants when he hears a "clunk" in the dark. He stops.

She says "It's okay. That's just my knife."

While Gallo is givin' as good as he's gettin' his hand is on her steel. Just for safe keepin', you understand.

Most of him is goin' up and down but his brain is startin' to spin around. Around the idea of that flap openin' and him havin' to slice some stranger.

His ears are strainin' to hear any sound outside as they do what they do.
But now Gallo's mind is seein' his car up on blocks with no tires so he decides to finish and fly.

It's too soon for the babe but a man's got to honor his word. And his word has him at the bus terminal in time to pick up a girl who is ridin' from California to live with him.

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
Maybe you know how this is.




Nick?

Yes, Mr. Pierce?

Sometimes, when you write, your reference points are not easily grasped.

How so, Pierce?

Well, for an example, "Evo topped 84 FXR"- how's an average earbudded, IPhone jacked Joe to know what that is?

Oh. If it was me I would go hands on to all that tech at my fingertips and search the phrase. Gimme a sec to see what comes up. Time's up. Okay. That got me an EBay pointer. Ebay showed me some guy's black FXR.
How's that for "easily grasped ", Pierce?

I agree, Nick. With a few finger taps your words are clearer. What about the "topped" part of the phrase?

Ahh. That. 1984 was the first year the company put an Evo headset on an FXR. They also continued to market the original Shovelhead...uhh...headset in 1984 (this is, today, a rare critter). Thus the "topped" distinction.

Well, how is anyone expected to get that?

Most won't. It is about layering info values in writing. You can read the entire bit without that knowledge and still enjoy Premise, Arc and Denouenment.
Someone may actually be a rider and know that minutiae. They will feel a deeper connection, I would think. I know I would.

Oh. Okay.
What about the way you wrote "Originals"? Are you refering to Levi's?

Pierce, take a break. We are gettin' farther into the two wheeled world than most door slammers ever wanna go.

"Door slammers"?

It's gonna be alright, Mr. Pierce.
Part Three is in the works. Relax. Be patient. Enjoy the ride.
Gallo would want it that way.

[WilliamS.]

Love em and leave em, and sometimes deceive em......

Horny to the max! Engines and guns and leather-Piercy's home turf!

[maidahl]

Nick?

Yes, Mr. Pierce?

Sometimes, when you write, your reference points are not easily grasped.

How so, Pierce?


Are we supposed to get it?

[Nick Pierce]

Read some of
The Cantos by Ezra Pound.

After that everyone else's reference's will be approachable.

[maidahl]

BoRRRRING remember

[Nick Pierce]

Originally Posted by maidahl

BoRRRRING remember

Bored? Try putting attention on something else.

[maidahl]

Nah. I'm boring. And I like feeling bored

[luckyme]

Utterly enjoyed the read, even the explaining bit at the bottom. And you're right, even without knowing the knowledge, it still is a very well written slice of life.

Thanks for posting. (I am a door slammer myself, but love those leathers, always have. I wish I was big enough to master a real engine.)

[JP_Inkswell]

Lucky, size has nothing to do with it. As long as you have a tight fit on the mainshaft you can bore and stroke your way to a whole new level of motoring pleasure. Don't lose your balance though. Hawgs are heavy.