Albert, Harry, and I were the three mismatched mechanics of the shop. We caused trouble in the small motorcycle dealership located in the town of Evangel, British Columbia. Our captors held us there for nine hours a day minimum, even through the rain and snow. This story takes place in a time without war, with a lack of concern for the environment, and when you could go full throttle on your motorcycle with no regard for the law. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.They were aimed at Duane, but he had disappeared as quickly as his fat legs could take him back to the showroom ... When finally, after all the fighting to get the toolbox outside, Harry came back inside to grab his truck keys to load it up.
|Publisher||:||Xlibris Corporation - 2012-07|