Page 81 of Benga's Rise
“Amos has it. Let’s go. We need to deliver him to the Sheriff today.” Cort is done with crazy for now.
We roll out behind Amos and the plate floats all over the fucking road. It’s a good thing there’s a pintle hitch on the front. He’d have hung the dick spinning in the plate. As it is, the dick is screaming like he hits everything he comes close to.
“Hold up, Amos,” Cort says and we all slow down then stop. The plate goes by Amos and we sit and watch then laugh as it spins so the hitch and dick are facing us.
“The flagging tape works good. You can’t miss the chain today.”
“Next time I’m using neon yellow. I need tape or he’s going to give me a headache.” Cort gets off his bike and Jinx gives him tape. He goes right around his head. Another Badass Training tip. I stay on my bike and watch Cort kick the dish back behind Amos. At least the dick isn’t screaming anymore.
“Spread out so no one goes by us.”
“Roger, Boss.”
Amos speeds up going down the exit ramp and the dish sails over a dip. I hate that dip and stay to the side.
“Like a flying carpet.” Banks has us laughing.
“We should have put a helmet on him,” Falcon says in his calm voice like this is just a normal ride.
“Yeah,” I agree in the same tone.
“Anyone want to stop and give him your lid?” Cort asks.
Hade makes a good point. “He shouldn’t have fucked with women after the whole women’s movement. Everyone heard about that one. This isn’t even as bad as the song said it would be.”
The dish slides over the median and a truck goes by blaring its air horns at it. “Keep it steady, Amos.”
“Roger, Boss. There’s traffic slowing for the exit.”
“Just blow by them.”
Oh shit. Everyone starts laughing as Amos speeds up. The Brother can ride. He weaves over to the middle lane then back and the dish lifts again swaying from side to side.
“You need some weight on that dish, Pres.” Jinx has to help this.
Cort speeds up so he’s on the side of the dish checking it out. The dick is watching him. “He’s scrawny. Scraps wouldn’t have been flying. I can add some steel to the bottom for weight, but I don’t want to mess with the wheels.”
Amos weaves around a car and the dick almost hits it. “I don’t know, Boss. More weight and he’d be pulling me.”
Cort agrees. “Yeah, bigger dick and a heavier plate wouldn’t work on the highway.”
“I’m slowing down for the exit.” We all slow following Amos down. The dish rolls in front of him again. At the light, it’s in the middle of the intersection. Jinx and Brinks pull it back in and thank the car that waited. I think the lady is in shock. She rolls by real slow.
A truck stops on the side of us. “What are you doing?” The guy is smiling.
“Delivering the dick in the dish to the Sheriff,” Cort tells him.
“Dick in a dish! I love the fucking bikers. Can I get a picture?”
Cort waves him on. “Sure, maybe people will stop trying to fuck with women.”
The guy has his phone on the dick. “I’ll post that for you.”
My Brother smiles like a politician. “Thanks, Brother. We could use the help. Gotta go.” He flips his visor down and rolls behind the dick. I follow.
Luckily the Sheriff’s station is only three lights away. Jinx and Brinks are laughing and posing with the dick at the last light for an old lady. They help her cross the street and we’re off for the half-block ride. When Amos pulls left into the lot, deputies are outside watching. The dish sails to the right and hits the light pole. Everyone winces at that.
Cort pulls right up to the front. “This is Reynolds, he confessed. Hade sent it. You can take over. Make sure I get the chain and dish back.”
