The physical stigmata of the powerful meeting of the former boyfriend of Lynn were gone, but there were few visible scars clearly present. First of all, Kevin was on foot. He had spent a painful times and the worst of all was to pick up the phone to the dealer go and get the bike to 26 Impasse De Ligny was barely twelve hours after the recover from its first bowl.
He was at the dealership when the truck pulled up his motorcycle. In his misfortune, Kevin was lucky: The marks on his face had silenced comments mocking or bitter that he could have been done. He had seen what was left of his bike as the mechanics were covered with a gray tarp. To soften the horrible vision may be, but for Kevin to the canvas color was dull tunes shroud. The expert went by and said the motorcycle wreck. The frame was bent at the steering column and what kind of bike, it does not forgive.
Then he had to repeat a statement of claim with the insurance. Then came the turn of the police. Half a day lost past in detail about his troubles on the eve of a public servant who strove to understand nothing and stuffed with spelling each line, not to say each word with a simple text that took a page and a half.
Leaving the police station, he received a text message from Lynn who apologized for not having woken up before leaving for work. She did not want to wake him up to recovering well. Kevin hesitated to remember. He had accumulated blunders. He who would pass for a white knight to white palfrey and smile enamel was won! The valiant knight had been extended by a barbarian, had fallen in the apples, had awakened in the arms of the Sleeping Beauty, the ignoble had his horse stumbled and when his sweetheart had crossed half the city to join him and comfort him, he fell asleep in his arms like a baby. What a man! What manhood! A queer, here it was! A big sucks just good to be rotting in a chick cb 500 and serve as punching bag for harleyiste tipsy.
That was more than a month since Kevin brutalized in the job and sent sms to Lynn. They had been reviewed twice since the incident. The first time, Kevin was still marked by the aftermath of his meeting with Luke and they had interviewed a little embarrassed. Not knowing, no he nor she, what attitude to adopt. The second time was in a rush to the pharmacy of Home Video and Kevin had an excuse crazy pace of work to shorten the interview was going to be of the same nature as the first.
since the contact was maintained by sms. They had not recrossed for causes of professional and well arranged it Kevin. He would reappear in the life of Lynn as its best profile. That of the biker's life even as his bike. To switch.
That day, a pleasant surprise waiting in his mailbox. The check from the insurance. A check of course cut from the "outdated" as it was stated on the letter. "Obsolescence!" How can a bike helmet at once ravaged and boots by a sadistic barely a fortnight after it leaves the dealership it could be struck with obsolescence. Whatever! With the damages and suffering and that would pay him precium Luke, it would be enough to afford his new toy. Only problem with history is that between the end of the trial and put at disposal of the funds it would take quite time. Kevin decided to arrange with his bank and take a small loan callable.
is a playful air that passes through the door of the nearest Yamaha dealership. He would not return at Kawasaki. His pride prevented him. In addition, he wanted to see more loan MT-01, whose photos he had typed in his eye. He was very nice. Once past the door, Kevin took a panoramic look and spotted the podium where no evil was exposed big twin who was talking all the bikers in recent months. Black, sculptural, camped on a train traveling from R1, a small round counter in lieu Dashboard she wore an air of minimalist but not austere. Nice fake carbon parts highlighted here and there's aggressive silhouette of the craft. Some bikers
fully dressed in leather, come by car because it was raining like piss, discussing the end of fat, punctuating their sentences pouts admiration.
- Yeah, the new V-Max. It must tear serious.
- What I like is not qu'ya no fairing.
- This is normal! It is a rodstère! It is designed it!
- Ben rodstère I do not like.
- Me, I like to take the wind in the face. The fairing is good for the queer are not disheveled.
- Pis both exhausts it must burn the thighs and rump of the passenger.
The seller was behind them decided to intervene.
- No, gentlemen, in fact, they are plastic caps are below the exhaust and cooled by a fan.
- Well you see Rene. Everything is planned. You can even fart on it and your shepherdess râlera not, since it breaks down.
Thereupon the man laughed in a hearty laugh. Seller
desperate to find an excuse to be elsewhere turned to Kevin.
- Can I help you sir?
Kevin nodded.
- I want a helmet.
- Sure. Follow me please.
Kevin followed suit of the vendor who was heading towards the back of the store.
- What budget do you wear? Do you have a brand preference?
Kevin said tit for tat.
- Arai. Size M.
The seller thought it was nice to have customers who know what they want and do not take the leg for hours for nothing.
Kevin reached out and grabbed a red white and blue helmet placed on the shelf.
- It pleases me well.
- This is the model Kevin Schwantz replica.
Kevin was too young to know that Schwantz was a former world champion. But the fact that they bear the same name seemed like a sign of destiny. More Kevin liked the design enough eighties helmet which gave him a quaint and obsolete that changed a bit aggressive and gaudy colors that are found on helmets fashionable.
Kevin put on the headphones and found himself well inside. He took her and said:
- I take and I'd like a visor with iridium. Seller
pouted.
- I do not advise an iridium with this style of graphics. Rather a dark visor. I think it marry better.
It came out of a drawer two visors and put a turn on the headset. Kevin agreed that the iridium was not at all. He agrees with the seller.
- You need something else?
- Yes. A motorcycle.
The smile became larger on the face of the seller.
- What are you looking for? What was your last bike?
- A Kawa ZX10R.
- you are not satisfied you are looking to sell it?
- No, it is destroyed. Vandalized. Said Kevin before the man mistaken for a pilot to the short week.
Seller took mine circumstance.
- It cow. Looking for a sports car then. In the range we have the R1. That is what is closest to your old machine from Yamaha.
He took Kevin to a gray R1 he had in stock. A gray rocket sublime design that seemed already to go fast by being placed on its stand. Kevin admired the workmanship and beauty of the craft but never regained the lightning strike that had caused the ZX10. Maybe the color seemed too bland. He made the tour of the shop but had no attraction to machines on display.
Once outside, Kevin wondered if recent events had not blunted his somewhat enthusiasm. His disappointments along with Lynn, his bike and massacred, is trivial compared to others, but he could not get out of the skull having been humiliated by the girl 500.
Having passed the corner of the store, he saw her. Inside there was not heeded. It was parked near the wall, hidden by the imposing of a fairing FJR 1300. A blue dress, a heart that is generous guessed appeared free of any fairing, handlebars generous seemed to reach out. Kevin made a U-turn and returned to the store.
The seller, who in the meantime were returned to the intellectuals who were ecstatic over a MT01 he had not the slightest early commencement of euros to pay for it, Kevin was reattached soon as a castaway clinging to a buoy. Kevin went to the back of the exhibition hall showing the blue bike and said
- It's a chance? No one is
R1 last year modified street bike. The importer had seen a bit wide in the controls and we ended up with unsold. They are mounted like this to sell them, have a different product. It is new and updates. I do not have it given because I thought you wanted a sports car with bracelets.
Kevin felt immediately attracted to this machine. An ugly duckling who became a facelift to attract. It felt exactly like that. An ugly duckling who needed a boost to shine again in his own eyes and to reappear before those of his beloved. It is this machine that would help. He needed a horse, she was looking for a jumper. They were made for each other.
- How? asked Kevin.
- 11000 euros.
Kevin grimaced, it would be fair in finance. Seller noticed.
- Listen. Obviously you like it and I must sell it. I am in the 10500 euros and I offer a second headset of your choice.
Kevin walked around the machine. She seemed to beg. "Buy me. I do not want to end up unsold. I would be reliable and would give you pleasure for years. "
Kevin said: Banco! A few minutes later, he made the check and chose a second Arai "Schwantz" to Lynn. They would fly so the same colors.
- It will be ready when?
Seller at his watch and said with a mischievous look.
- We'll do it for you this afternoon. It should go with the prefecture. Return to 15 hours. It will be good.
Kevin hits a little cloud. A new bike, a comprehensive dealer, he had reduced the portfolio of more than ten thousand euros, but it was a good day. Yes, a very good day.
He left his foot has two helmets in hand. He ran along the avenue by imagining a few hours on his motorcycle. He would wear his helmet to Lynn. And they'd go joyriding. Resume up where he left off when Kevin drove ... But the bad memories from his mind. This was no time blues.
He heard the sound of an engine get closer to him. Noise that knew. A twin.
- Are you down? Said a female voice with a slight English accent.
Kevin turned and saw the brunette with his CB 500. Surprised, not knowing which way to adopt it said
- I leave the dealership. I take my motorcycle this afternoon.
- Then up I'll drop you off downtown. I go to the video store.
- Which?
- Home Video.
Kevin smiled.
- This is where I'm going too. I am the manager.
- Oh great! As it has done no detours or to one or the other.
Kevin went for the first time on the passenger seat of his former mount. She kept good, young lady. It really was his lucky day. It can never he was on the ZX10R she had smoked some time ago. This episode came back in her head when she first set in motion.
time it passes the third, Kevin realized he was sitting behind a patient who took the handle of the angles of insanity and was traveling at breakneck speed. He clung to the passenger grab handle and began to pray while she was twirling his bike between cars at a speed that Kevin is forced to ignore.
few minutes later, before the video club, Kevin went down Motorcycle sure she put the nitrométhanol in his tank. He had never known his Honda on that day.
- It works well your bike.
- Yes I made a good deal. The previous owner had never really fired. It was to be a grandpa. She was a little dirty but it begins to release it.
Kevin did not answer, but a mental picture formed in his head. He was in a bathtub, a razor blade in his right hand and streams of blood flowing from his left arm.
They went together into the video store. The brunette went over to the shelves containing novelties, selected two films and went back near the counter, handing his card. Kevin refused.
- Leave it to me. For troubleshooting.
- Nothing. Thank you for rentals.
By entering the code of the DVD. Kevin looked at the name of the girl. Her name was Mary Johanna. Amazing is not it?
