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Steven dashed down the stairs and made a be-line for the tree. It was loaded this year. There were so many presents they seemed to tumble from beneath the tree. No motorbike. There was no way it would be there even if he had prayed to the heavens. Steven knew his mother was convinced he would crash into a ball of gasoline fed fire out in the woods somewhere in the Deadlands. Steven sighed thinking maybe there would be something worth while under the tree. A revolver maybe but that was even less likely then a bike.
“Stay away from the tree. Both of you.” His mother called from the kitchen. Steven looked up at his father and frowned.
“The Taylor’s are coming.” His dad patted his shoulder and added. “Why don’t you come out to the garage with me?”
Steven looked over at his mom and then back at his father. The look on his face meant only one thing. Steven knew his dad was about to do something, more precisely something mom didn’t or wouldn’t want him to do. Steven nodded and headed for the door that lead to the attached garage. The door was locked. The door was never locked and that meant his father was up to something for certain.
“We’ll go in through the bay door.”
Steven shrugged following his father out the door just as the car pulled into the driveway. Taylor was out before it came to a complete stop. He was dressed in military fatigues with an M-16 over his shoulder. It was a pellet gun and Steven forgot his father as he rushed to meet his best friend. The gun was beautiful and as soon as Steven had it in his hands he grinned.
“What did you get?”
Steven sighed handing the gun back. “Mom hasn’t let us open anything.”
“Oh.” Taylor’s disappointed stare matched the feelings Steven had about the situation.
“Steven!”
He looked between Taylor and the open darkness of the garage door. Both boys hurried toward his father’s call. It was Steven who stopped first, eyes wide at what he assumed was a gift. The huge, red velvet ribbon wrapped around it and hung to the floor. What it was wrapped around was a thing of beauty.
Green as a lime peel with “Mean Machine” etched down the fender in brilliant yellow. Steven had lost all thought except for the bike with its coiled shocks and green glow. It wasn’t until Taylor piped up that Steven could bear to look away from the green glory. On the other side of the garage was the twin of the “Mean Machine” but in candy apple red and “Wild Bill” in black on the fender.
Steven felt his jaw go slack as his eyes moved between his father and the green dirt bike. His mother was going to have a heart attack when she saw them. His father would be in trouble but he could talk mom into this being ok.
“Are you going to get on?”
Plissken yanked the ribbon off and climbed on. He had to stand on tip toes because it was almost too tall but it went unnoticed as he reached down to prime it for a start.
“Do you know how to start it?”
His father’s question was ignored as the engine roared to life. In a flash Plissken had it out on the front lawn and wrecked a few feet later. Undeterred he picked it up and started off again. Taylor was coming up beside him with a grin a mile wide and the pellet gun still strapped over his shoulder. Steven turned and twisted the throttle full as he raced back toward the garage. The bike bucked and the tire came up. Plissken was terrified until he saw his father standing in the drive with the Taylor’s. He was clapping and that instantly brought the confidence back. Steven leaned forward and the front wheel came back to solid ground. As soon as he stopped Taylor pulled up beside him. Taylor was panting from the excitement.
“Come on boys. We have to go eat and open the rest of the gifts.”
Steven pulled the bike back into the garage caressing the seat as he put down the kickstand. There was no question about it. He had the best father in the world.
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Steven dashed down the stairs and made a be-line for the tree. It was loaded this year. There were so many presents they seemed to tumble from beneath the tree. No motorbike. There was no way it would be there even if he had prayed to the heavens. Steven knew his mother was convinced he would crash into a ball of gasoline fed fire out in the woods somewhere in the Deadlands. Steven sighed thinking maybe there would be something worth while under the tree. A revolver maybe but that was even less likely then a bike.
“Stay away from the tree. Both of you.” His mother called from the kitchen. Steven looked up at his father and frowned.
“The Taylor’s are coming.” His dad patted his shoulder and added. “Why don’t you come out to the garage with me?”
Steven looked over at his mom and then back at his father. The look on his face meant only one thing. Steven knew his dad was about to do something, more precisely something mom didn’t or wouldn’t want him to do. Steven nodded and headed for the door that lead to the attached garage. The door was locked. The door was never locked and that meant his father was up to something for certain.
“We’ll go in through the bay door.”
Steven shrugged following his father out the door just as the car pulled into the driveway. Taylor was out before it came to a complete stop. He was dressed in military fatigues with an M-16 over his shoulder. It was a pellet gun and Steven forgot his father as he rushed to meet his best friend. The gun was beautiful and as soon as Steven had it in his hands he grinned.
“What did you get?”
Steven sighed handing the gun back. “Mom hasn’t let us open anything.”
“Oh.” Taylor’s disappointed stare matched the feelings Steven had about the situation.
“Steven!”
He looked between Taylor and the open darkness of the garage door. Both boys hurried toward his father’s call. It was Steven who stopped first, eyes wide at what he assumed was a gift. The huge, red velvet ribbon wrapped around it and hung to the floor. What it was wrapped around was a thing of beauty.
Green as a lime peel with “Mean Machine” etched down the fender in brilliant yellow. Steven had lost all thought except for the bike with its coiled shocks and green glow. It wasn’t until Taylor piped up that Steven could bear to look away from the green glory. On the other side of the garage was the twin of the “Mean Machine” but in candy apple red and “Wild Bill” in black on the fender.
Steven felt his jaw go slack as his eyes moved between his father and the green dirt bike. His mother was going to have a heart attack when she saw them. His father would be in trouble but he could talk mom into this being ok.
“Are you going to get on?”
Plissken yanked the ribbon off and climbed on. He had to stand on tip toes because it was almost too tall but it went unnoticed as he reached down to prime it for a start.
“Do you know how to start it?”
His father’s question was ignored as the engine roared to life. In a flash Plissken had it out on the front lawn and wrecked a few feet later. Undeterred he picked it up and started off again. Taylor was coming up beside him with a grin a mile wide and the pellet gun still strapped over his shoulder. Steven turned and twisted the throttle full as he raced back toward the garage. The bike bucked and the tire came up. Plissken was terrified until he saw his father standing in the drive with the Taylor’s. He was clapping and that instantly brought the confidence back. Steven leaned forward and the front wheel came back to solid ground. As soon as he stopped Taylor pulled up beside him. Taylor was panting from the excitement.
“Come on boys. We have to go eat and open the rest of the gifts.”
Steven pulled the bike back into the garage caressing the seat as he put down the kickstand. There was no question about it. He had the best father in the world.
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