{"id":629,"date":"2008-04-19T19:31:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-19T19:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beltdrivebetty.com\/wyzwmnsworld\/?p=629"},"modified":"2010-09-29T18:27:25","modified_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:27:25","slug":"chapter-57","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/?p=629","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 57"},"content":{"rendered":"

the sound: <\/strong><\/span>Joe Cocker \u2013 Many Rivers<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, <\/strong><\/span>Annie Lennox \u2013 Love Song for a Vampire<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, <\/strong><\/span>Procul Harum \u2013 Whiter Shade of Pale<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, <\/strong><\/span>Ottmar Leibert \u2013 After the Rain<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Again, it seemed for an instance, that time stood still while I looked about me with incredulity at the position I found myself in.<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw with complete clarity the shocked look on Robert\u2019s face, and the look of disgust that overcame GreyBeard\u2019s, and then the fear on Rosie\u2019s.<\/p>\n

I looked down from their faces to their hands, to see Grey\u2019s wrapped in Robert\u2019s shirt, Robert still loosely holding the pistol and Rosie\u2019s fingers flexing nervously as if she was missing something to hold onto.<\/p>\n

I looked down at the heap of naked man laying in a jumble at their feet and had a brief moment to remember that this face of \u201csleeping\u201d serenity was some mother\u2019s son, as well as one of the fucking prankster\u2019s that had got me here in the first place before people sprang into action all over the field.<\/p>\n

Before I knew it there were people bustling about getting ready to leave, Grey and Robert had loaded BarnYard into the flatbed of a pickup with Rosie poised over him holding compress\u2019s to his blood streaked hip and buttock, front and back.<\/p>\n

A brief struggle ensued while the elder brothers \u201cdebated\u201d over who was driving. Rosie screamed something virtually unintelligible about \u201carteries\u201d at them and Robert hung on for one second more before slumping in defeat and running around to climb into the passenger seat while Grey hopped in and the truck roared to life.<\/p>\n

As I watched the lights of the truck fishtail up the hill towards the main road, I felt more than saw Boomer race by me, grabbing my hand and towing me to where his motorcycle was parked. All around me the sound of motorcycles starting with little or no conversation as everyone mounted up and followed the truck in a long procession.<\/p>\n

Boomer and I were about mid group as we hit the highway and I was thinking about how I\u2019d always loved the \u201clook\u201d of riding in a group but how it was even \u201cprettier\u201d, if you will, at night.<\/p>\n

There was no conversation between Boomer and I and I watched as the formation of riders seemed to fall apart while each and every motorcycle raced its way along to keep up with the truck or to blast around it and move ahead of the truck.<\/p>\n

As we entered the outskirts of the city the boys and couples on the lead bikes ran interference at busy city intersections to keep the truck from having to stop. Who knew a city could be so busy traffic wise at 2 in the morning?<\/p>\n

At one intersection a bike went over and I had time to briefly see the rider get up as another parked his bike and headed for the driver\u2019s door of the car that had \u201cnudged\u201d his bro as he\u2019d attempted to keep the car out of the intersection.<\/p>\n

We blasted past following the truck\u2026the truck that didn\u2019t slow down at all…the truck that went faster even, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFunny how you never seem to see a cop when you need one\u201d I thought (a thought I\u2019d maybe come to regret later).<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

the sound: Joe Cocker \u2013 Many Rivers, Annie Lennox \u2013 Love Song for a Vampire, Procul Harum \u2013 Whiter Shade of Pale, Ottmar Leibert \u2013 After the Rain Again, it seemed for an instance, that time stood still while I … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-629","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/629","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=629"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/629\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4646,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/629\/revisions\/4646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=629"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=629"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=629"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}