Ramblings
Encounter
Happily she bounced the twins, one on each knee. Laughing to herself, at peace with the world.
As I cruised by on the harley decker sitting low and strong, I caught a glimpse of her radiant face.
Her eyes clouded with a far away look, A whimsical smile formed on her lips.
she set the twins down on the grass, standing up she looked directly into my face. I knew she was not seeing me, but a life-style along time left behind.
A longing a loving for things still important.
She tossed her head back, long golden hair flying behind her. I imagined her on the back of some dudes bike or behind the bars of her own chop Her long legs upon the highway pegs.
I could see her ample breasts heave under her tight tank top. If I ever had a doubt, that this Lady was a biker, it was whisked away like the autumn leaves before a stiff breeze.
For just before she left my languishing gaze, her arm raised over her head in a clenched fist Salute.
I saluted in return than poured it on leaving her standing in the wake of my rumbling exhaust.
Leaving her alone with her memories, her leaving me with some pleasant thoughts about the ones that love rather than hate even through the pain.
Than twenty years went by, I never seemed to notice.
Except for the gray shading in my beard and the cramp in my kicker leg things are much the same.
The local kids still think I'm the big bad ass local Angel even though I have never had colors.
The neighbors think I make to much noise and my mother still thinks I've made every mistake in life
, myself I'm wondering.
So it was on a sunny afternoon I was sitting a stride the old Harley Decker low and heavy like the old days.
I was grooving on the sun out on the open road when a couple of young guys in their early twenties flagged me over.
Seems one of the rigid frame choppers had lost a master link and they had not packed one. I pulled one from the three on my belt.
The boys where appreciative offering me a beer if I'd ride the rest of the way to their place. What the hell I had nothing better to do and I wanted a closer look at the choppers they rode.
We rode for an hour when they turned up a driveway leaning their bikes on the stands. “Hello Mother.” They chimed in unison.” We've brought a friend.
“Welcome.” Said the blonde haired forties something beauty whom was their mother.
Her limp was just barley perceptible if one watched her petite ass as she walked back to the house for a beer.
“Mom I'll get the beer you sit an relax.”
“The twins think they need to baby me now that they are older.
They forget that since their father was killed and my hip was broken in the accident on the motorcycle I raised them on my own.”
I sipped on my beer and listened to her melodic voice flow over me like cream over chocolate.
Then like through a fog it started to come back to me Damn! I recognized this woman as the ample breasted beauty
that some twenty years earlier
I had seen sitting on the lawn with the twin boys, this was the woman that had given me the bikers salute.
I stayed for dinner getting to know the twins and their mother and some old time biker memories. As I was strapping up to leave she kissed me on the cheek “Thank you for listening to the old stories, you seem some how familiar as if we've met some time,” she giggled “It was nice talking to another biker.”
Like wise I said as I fired up the old Bagger I saluted than poured it on leaving her standing in the wake of my rumbling exhaust again Leaving her alone with her memories and her twin boys.