Switchblade Bob had the baddest ass
bike in town. It was born of his dad's crazy drunken though
mechanically gifted vision. It had a moped engine cranked up beyond
belief. The tach duct-taped to the handle bars only went to 9000 RPM
and the motor easily buried the needle. The gas tank strapped to the
top bar looked like it came off a shrunken copy of the devil's
Harley. It was black. Not a shiny black. It was black hole black.
Even the red dots of laser pointers failed to appear on it. Bob rode
that thing proud and fast.
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