The bike that won the war . . .
I'm suddenly building speed to 40,45,50,55mph - pulling away from the advancing enemy. All they can hear is the sound of my cigar muffler straight in their faces. In broken English I hear a Korean solder screamin' FROCKN HAWREY DAV'SOMS . . . bam bam bam bam bam bam.
In reality - it blew out leaving Casey's General Store with a tall can of Miller Lite
in my back pocket.
Posted by Noot