Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 05:58:12 -0700
Title: Passing through

Sidecar pulls off the road. "Damned beer, goes through ya too fast.  Whatta
waste!"  He bikes out onto the moonlit floor of the desert, 30-50 feet off
the 2-lane highway, and shuts down Hog. As he steps around a large greasewood
bush to relieve himself a lone biker screams past.
"Screamer.  Hmmm, sounds like the bike Roach rode t'day.  Must be makin' the
run fer home.  Sounds like it'll blow b'fore he gets there.  Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Later Roach had decided he'd lost Sidecar and pulls into the Elyssium,
a biker bar in Brawley.  Ray serves him a beer and Tod asks, "Seen Sidecar?
He come through here yet?"
"Naw, haven't seen him yet.  Heard he won big out at the dunes.."
"Yep, he won a bundle, but he got ta run 3rd.  By the time I got there the
hill was broke down, nearly impossible.  He gets alla breaks, ya know?"

Cheers from the back room and some groans and cussing.  Roach turns, starts
to get up to check it out when Ray asks,  "You gonna join the game back
there?  Mighty high stakes t'nite, better check yer wallet first.  That pair
sure knows how to sniff out the big money, I'll tell ya."
Tod looks shocked, as if piked through his chest.
"Who's back there?  Anyone I know?"  He takes his seat once again, turns to
the bar and takes a large gulp of beer.
"You know them two, don't ya?  Shane and Jane?  BJ's back there an' L.A., and
Sis and the Boss.  Big game but don't look like it'll last too long..."
"Who's winnin'?  Someone cleanin' out?"
"Boss always wins, man.  Shit, I'd never get inna game with him OR his Sis.
They always win, ya know?"

Vern's orotund voice interrupts, "They ain't gonna win shit t'nite, Ray. The
Sidecan HAS arrived and he's ready for BIG stakes and a BIG steak!"

"How 'ya doin', man?  Good seein' ya buddy." Vern and Ray shake hands with
more than one predetermined move. Vern looks at Roach and smiles, extends his
hand and says,
"Heard ya rip by me out there Roach.  Sounds like that there screamer's gonna
die on ya any minute, man.  Ya oughta let up on it."

Roach ignores the hand, turns to his beer, and mussitates, "I gotta get outta
here before someone hits me up for a stake or sumthin'."

*pike vt : to pierce, kill, or wound with a pike.

*oro.tund \'o.r-*-.t*nd, 'a:r-, 'o-r-\ \.o.r-*-'t*n-d*t-e-, .a:r-, .o-r-\ aj
[modif. of L ore rotundo, lit., with round mouth] 1: marked by fullness,
strength, and clarity of sound : SONOROUS 2: POMPOUS, BOMBASTIC -
oro.tun.di.ty n.




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