In The Mountains—DAY
I am with Spike riding cross-country thought the Mountains on motorcycles and in trouble with the law once again.
Now, in order to speed us along in making our getaway, he slows down just a little in order to kick the blonde tramp he has picked up off his bike and send her head over ass into a ditch at 20 mph.
“Adios, Tina,” he smiles and waves, and then catches back up to me, “What? Just lightening the load.”
But soon enough, we spot some of his buddies camped alongside the road, anyway and pull over so we can duck in to hide. Spike leaves me to set up the tent then gets in the tinted-out red pick-up with his friend, Bill.
When camp is ready, I knock on the door and when Spike opens it. He is looking at porn and has forgotten to button himself up. He wears a trucker’s cap that says, “Fuck.” Bill wears one that says “You.” I guess if they were to ride in the truck like that on-coming traffic would get the message.
Nice of Spike to be discrete while on the lam.
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