“I’m outta here,” Goldie said to Eagle.
“Are you going to the ink shop?”
“Not yet. My bike’s making a funny noise, so I’m headed to Skid Marks to see what’s up. What’re you doing?”
“I was going to check out one of the new dancers at Lust, but I think I’ll head over to Skid Marks to see what’s going on with your bike.”
“You’re passing up a new stripper?” Goldie chuckled.
“I can see a stripper any day, but I wanna see what’s up with your bike and what Diablo and Shotgun can do. Anytime we can learn something about our Harleys takes precedence over everything.”
“Damn straight,” Goldie said as he walked out to the parking lot.
The familiar scent of motor oil filled their nostrils while cool air encased them when they entered Skid Marks. Diablo sat on the stool behind the counter, a scowl on his face. When he saw Goldie and Eagle, he lifted his chin.
“It’s fuckin’ hot out there,” Goldie said as he went behind the counter and pulled out a cold bottle of water. He tossed one to Eagle.
“You guys bored or have a bike problem?” Diablo asked.
“My bike’s making a funny noise. I’m not sure what’s up with it. I wanted you or Shotgun to check it out.”
Shotgun came out of a small office, wiping his grease-stained hands with a rag. “Your new Harley’s acting up? What the fuck’s up with that?”
“I dunno, bro. I just noticed the noise last night. I want to check it out.”
Throwing the rag in a bin, Shotgun said, “Let’s go out and take a listen.”
The four of them stood out in the blazing heat and listened to the engine. “Sounds like something in the valve train,” Diablo said.
“I totally agree. It doesn’t sound bad. I’ll have Cal check it out and see if he can fix it now or if you’ll have to leave your bike,” Shotgun said.
“I was hoping you or Diablo could fix it. Is Cal good?” Goldie ran his hand over his bike’s leather seat.
Shotgun quirked his lips. “Yeah. You think I’d hire a shitty mechanic to work here?”
“He’s just nervous. I get it,” Eagle added.
“We all fuckin’ get it, but Cal definitely knows his way around bikes and cars,” Shotgun replied.
“Drive it around back. I’ll meet you there,” Diablo said.
Soon the four brothers were inside the shop and talking about bikes while Cal made the necessary repairs to Goldie’s Harley. They reminisced about past antics at various runs and rallies, and Eagle busted out laughing.
“What’s so funny, bro?” Diablo asked.
“I was just thinking ’bout Army and all the women he fucks. Each rally he’s got his dick in new pussy,” Eagle answered.
“Correction—pussies,” Goldie said, and the others laughed.
“Did you hear how he fucked up and met up with three women at the same place?” Eagle said.
“No shit. I didn’t hear that one,” Goldie said.
Diablo shook his head. “Me neither, but it sounds like something he’d do.”
“The chicks were all pissed off, and he ended up fucking one of the club women.” Eagle laughed harder.
“He better juggle his bitches better, ’cause one day he’s gonna meet the wrong woman and she’s gonna chop his cock right off,” Shotgun said.
