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Motor Oil has a better taste to it. (Doc and Tigress)

DoctorRed

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Feb 1, 2011
Motor Oil has a better taste to it.

Riding was second nature to the group. The Motor Club had been here int his town for probably the last thirty years, and it wasn't uncommon to see a group of them riding in a pack or even an entire entourage riding together along the dusty streets.

Today wasn't much different, and the group kept pace with one another, speeding along even the crowded and run-down streets, zipping past on their roaring leopards, it was far and few between that they came across much to stand in their path. The shots were unexpected.

The man at the center had an obscure position in the club, and stood probably the largest of them all. He swerved a bit and narrowed his eyes, twisting his ride to urge more speed out of it, his helmet skittering aside as he tilted his head and jerked the vehicle into a lean.

Together, there were seven riders this time, and the shots came from the far side of the street, causing seven forms to lean down and get closer to their bikes, each of them veering off and taking the closest turns before stopping and standing at their corners, ready to turn and find out who had attacked and do something about it. The automatic fire had ripped into buildings and bricks along the road where they'd been, but a cursory glance told them that they were fortunate today.

Weapons were drawn, and as they rounded the corner, the shooter seemed gone, leaving them squitig into the dusty roads and along the almost-empty streets as they holstered weapons and a few of them walked back to retrieve their own motorcycles.
 
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