Page 205 of Misrule
“You do know what they are, don’t you?” Knox demanded with impatience. “They keep you safe on the road.”
“Uh…yeah,” Chet said with some hesitation. “I mean, sure. Since you can handle any machine.”
“Exactly.” Knox pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and got his American Express Centurion. “Charge the card please.”
“Let me get my dad,” Chet said, accepting the card. He started to turn away, then stopped. “I’ll also need your ID.”
“Of course.” Knox got his driver’s license and handed it to Chet.
“You have a motorcycle license, don’t you?”
“Do I need one to make this purchase?”
“No, sir. You need it to ride. You also need motorcycle insurance.”
“Let me worry about that. You just do your job and make the sale.”
Chet frowned. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, starting away again, then halting. “Outlaw!”
“Chet!” Outlaw said through a cloud of cigarette smoke. As he reached Chet, Outlaw shoved the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and clapped the boy on his back. “Where the fuck Haynes at?”
“I’ll get him. I was going to run a card, so I’m heading that way.”
“What the fuck you mean run a fuckin’ card?” Grabbing the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, he released the smoke, then glared at Knox. “You ain’t chose a fuckin’ bike, alfuckinready, assfuck.”
Chet glanced over his shoulder then faced Outlaw again.
“You know him?”
Knox stiffened at the sound of the kid’s voice.
Chuckling, Outlaw took a few steps backward and stopped at a freestanding ashtray and took care of the cigarette. “Knowin’ I know this motherfucker un-fuckin-believable for my ass, too, Chet.”
“Oh, I like that,” Knox snapped. “If you feel that way, may I add I’m just as incredulous that I know you. How does that make you feel?”
Outlaw snatched the credit card from Chet and continued toward Knox. “Like I don’t give a good fuck. We ain’t here to discuss how the fuck the fates frowned the fuck on us and we ran the fuck ‘cross each other path, so shut the fuck up.” Slamming the American Express against Knox’s chest, he pointed to the bike Knox chose. “You ain’t buyin’ this motherfucker.”
“I beg to differ. Iambuying this motherfucker. It’s my money so I can buyany motherfuckerI want.”
“First of fuckin’ all, my ass gettin’ a bike just like this one, so ain’t no fuckin’ wayyougettin’ the same motherfucker. Second, you ain’t knowin’ how the fuck to ride, so this ain’t the bike for you.” He went to a smaller bike near the end of the row. “This the motherfucker you gettin’. It’s lightweight and easy to fuckin’ handle.”
“I’m not stupid, Outlaw! I don’t need a lightweight bike. I don’t have to buy this one, since you’ve claimed exclusivity. But I want something just as high-end.”
“Get something high-end and not only ain’t I teachin’ you to fuckin’ ride, ain’t no motherfucker at the club doin’ it. You either get the motherfucker I say to get or you on your fuckin’ own.”
“There are riding courses I can attend. I don’t need the club.”
Outlaw shrugged. “Ain’t no skin off my fuckin’ nuts. But you ridin’ that motherfucker back to the club.”
“No, I’m not,” Knox insisted. “We came in your pick-up to transport my new bike.”
“Because you ain’t fuckin’ knowin’ how to ride.”
“Exactly. Although I’m sure I just have to watch you ride once to get the gist of it, how do you expect me to ride a bike I don’t know how to operate?”
“You the motherfucker with the biggest fuckin’ brain. You ain’t listenin’ to me on the type of bike you should get. You ain’t needin’ my cage to get your fuckin’ ride back to the club.”
“I thought I heard your voice, Outlaw,” a tall, barrel-chested man said as he walked up and stepped between Chet and Outlaw. This man was an inch or two taller than Outlaw.
