Page 5 of Chaos
“Okay, Keys keep digging. Psycho, I want you to keep your eyes on Dyno during the meet, get a feel for him. Let’s see what Judge has to say at the meeting. Right, if everything is ready, roll out,” I say as I bring the gavel down, ending Church.
We all file out of the room and head for our bikes, it’s a good ride to Yorkshire where Into The Wind bike rally is held. It’s always a good weekend and one we look forward to every year. It’s usually filled with great bands, drinking, and bonding with my brothers, plus making connections with other clubs. Reaching my bike, I nod to Twisted, our longest prospect. He should be patched in soon as long as he doesn’t fuck anything up between then and now, he’s got no worries. I’m not concerned, he’s not fucked up so far, he runs our tattoo parlour Twisted Skin and is damn talented. Makes the club a lot of money and people come for miles to get a tattoo done by him. The waiting list is currently four months-long just to get a slot with him.
“All sorted and van packed?” I check.
“Yup, all ready to roll Prez.”
“Mount up,” I yell.
Straddling my bike, I watch as the others all get comfy on theirs. Once I hear all the engines start, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. There is something special about the sound a group of engines makes, almost like classical music. It soothes my soul and calms me. I raise my hand in the air and make a circle. Putting my bike into gear, I pull out through the gates and out onto the open road.
The ride to Yorkshire from our home in Eastford on the East coast of England is a glorious ride. Sweeping Dales and country views, plus amazing rolling country roads where you can really open the throttle and ride clear. The ride is a good five to six hours. We stop halfway to stretch our legs and grab some food at a service station. There is a lot of other clubs here when we pull in. Everyone is friendly, knowing we are all going to the same place.
After a bite to eat and catching up with other clubs, we hit the road again. Traffic isn’t bad so we make good time and arrive before it gets dark. Finding a good camping site, we circle the bikes around where we will put the tents.
“Prospects, unload the van and get the tents set up,” I holla.
Havoc and Killa start unloading the van, while Twisted starts to unpack everything. The three of them work well as a team and will make great brothers one day. I really need to remember to bring up patching Twisted at our next Church.
As the Prospects get to work, we head for a look round. There are hundreds of stalls selling everything to do with bikers as you can imagine. We wander around the stalls when I catch a glimpse of red hair. Long, wavy, red hair. I look back and it’s gone.
“You okay Prez?” Riot asks as I’ve stopped dead in my tracks.
“Yeah, sorry,” I reply and start moving again.
I catch Psycho’s eyes, and he gives me a strange look. I’m not getting into one of his looks right now. He sees way more than he lets on, or we think he does. Nothing and I mean nothing gets past him. As we continue walking around the stalls, Tracker is eating half his weight in food. He currently has a cheeseburger in one hand and a hot dog in the other. Taking a bite from each as we walk along. That man loves his food, he is always eating and gets very excited at the thought of food. He’s a human dustbin.
“Oh, Mexican food. I love Tacos,” Trackers says as he bounces on his toes and quickly stuffs the hotdog into his face.
Seriously, how he eats like that and doesn’t gain weight is beyond me. He eats like he should weigh fifty stone.
“Are you for real Tracker?”
“What? I’m still hungry,” he exclaims as if we are all stupid.
“Dude, don’t you think you have eaten enough already?” Riot asks as if it should already be obvious.
“I’m not full yet. I have a healthy appetite.”
“Tracker, you have a very unhealthy appetite. Try eating a salad or vegetable once in a while,” I advise.
We keep walking through the stalls and every so often I catch a flash of red hair and a figure made of dreams. I have no clue why but I’m drawn to the red and keep looking for her. I want to see her face better as I only saw a small glimpse before. I have this urgent need in my gut to see her.
Weirdest shit ever.
“You okay dude?” Mayhem asks as he slides up next to me.
“Yeah, why?”
“You’re distracted, you keep looking around for something or someone. I mean you’re always aware of your surroundings but not to this extent.”
“Yeah, it’s going to sound strange, like I’m losing my mind but earlier I caught sight of a redhead with a body made for sin. I keep seeing glimpses of red every so often. I’m drawn to her and I have this gut feeling. Fuck, I do sound like I’m losing my fucking mind,” I sigh.
“Always trust your gut. If it’s telling you this chick means something, then she does. I’ll keep an eye out for her brother.” He replies as he slaps me on the back and then joins the others.
I look over at Psycho, and he nods at me. Guess he heard our conversation, and he’ll keep an eye out too. My gut has never let me down, so Mayhem is right, I need to listen to it.
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