To Jake Blackwood, for showing me how it’s done.
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The Vipers were on a run up to Detroit when they saw the girl. Porky spotted her first, pointed her out to Cowboy and Buck. She was walking along the side of the road wearing a knee-length skirt, pedal pushers. She was tall, rangy; no real tits to speak of. Her hair was straight and black and hung way down to where her ass should’ve been.
“You see that?” Porky shouted over the engine. “Hell yeah, I did!” Cowboy hollered back. Buck eased off the throttle. “Let’s have ourselves a closer look,” he said.
The trio cut their engines and angled their bikes across the road in a glittering wall of chrome, blocking the girl’s path. She kept right on coming towards them, completely unphased. When she got closer, the three men saw she was clutching a well-worn Bible to her chest. If the girl saw their 1%er patches, she apparently didn’t know what they meant. Porky said, “Where you headin’, baby?”
