Page 39 of Wheelie's Challenge
Wheelie stood up and grabbed his keys. “Now, don’t you go starting up shit with me. I’m already pissed off, and I don’t wanna have to beat your ass.”
Rags sniggered. “It’s too damn hot for that. Let’s get going.”
As Wheelie straddled his bike, he saw a white Toyota Camry slowly driving by. “That’s the second time I’ve seen that fuckin’ car.”
Rags craned his neck as the vehicle turned left. “So? I see a lot of the same cars. It’s not like we live in a big city.”
“I don’t mean that. I can’t pinpoint it, but something doesn’t feel right about it—like the asshole’s trying to find someone or something.”
“I’ll keep my eyes out for him. Tell the other brothers. We’ll find out what that’s all about.”
Wheelie jerked his chin and started his bike. The cams shattered the still air, and a flock of birds fluttered wildly then flew away, seeking another tree. Rags rode beside him as they made their way to Ruthie’s.
“What the fuck took you so long? I’m starving,” Animal said as Wheelie and Rags pushed into the booth.
“It’s my fault. I forgot about it. Did you order?” Wheelie opened the menu even though he, like the other guys, knew it by heart.
“Not yet.” Throttle picked up a tall glass of iced tea. “It’s murder working outside in this heat.”
Brenda came over to their table and winked at Wheelie. “How’ve you been?”
“Good. You?”
“Okay. Whatcha havin’ to drink?”
“Water and a Coke with a shitload of ice.”
“I’ll have a large banana milkshake,” Rags said.
“Got it. Be back in a sec to take your orders.”
As she walked away, Rags kept watching her, shaking his head. “I can’t get what Tigger said about her being a lousy fuck outta my mind.”
“He said that?” Throttle asked. “How would he know? He was so damn drunk at that party I doubt if he could even get it up.” The men burst out laughing. “I’m totally serious. He was drunk off his ass.” He pointed to Wheelie. “You know that. He started some shit with you in the yard.”
Rags’ eyes lit up. “Then maybehe’sthe one who was the lousy fuck. Poor Brenda. Now she’s gonna think we’re all sporting big cocks but can’t do shit with them.”
Animal grabbed a napkin from the metal dispenser and wiped his eyes, he was laughing so hard.
“Something must be tickling your funny bones,” Brenda said as she placed the drinks down in front of Wheelie and Rags. “Care to share?”
Animal guffawed harder and louder.
Wheelie sat up straighter. “Biker humor. Why don’t you bring me a club sandwich with fries.”
“Sure thing.”
After she took the rest of the table’s order, Brenda winked again at Wheelie then ambled away.
“Now, you can go after her to see if Throttle’s right or Tigger was spot on,” Smokey said to Rags.
“I’ll get around to it,” Rags replied.
After the men finished eating, Brenda came over and put the bill down on the table. “You want some more Coke?” she asked Wheelie.
“I’m good. Thanks.”
“Oh… I almost forgot. I met a friend of yours yesterday.”
