Rico paused for a moment, then said, "Sure, Rick, you can take her for a spin. Help get some of the kinks out of her maybe. Just promise you'll be gentle, and stay on the highways."
"Thanks, Rico," Rick said kicking Chad's starter penis, and revving his engines. He was off before Rico could tell him to drive the speed limit.
As soon as Rick disappeared past some pines lining the road, he opened Chad up, and was speeding along the highway at 80 mph.
Rico ordered a burger and soda, and read Chad's thoughts on the app on his phone. He smiled, as he read. Chad and Rick were so predictable.
Chad was ranting at Rick who was racing down the highway, "Look out! Slow down! Don't try to pass! Can't you see that big rig? Oh. Gawd! You're twisting my nuts off! Can't you read that sign says "Dead End!" Ouch! Oof, hey! Yeow! Those bushes are scratching me! Remember me, your naked QB? Rico said not to take me off road. Rico said to-to-to- b-b-be gen-till!"
Rick had left the highway, and was off-roading contrary to Rico's explicit instructions. The bad boy had probably completely forgot about the radio, and if he does turn it on, Rico is sure Rick isn't going to waste time tuning in Chad.
"Why the fuck are you guys doing this to me? What did I ever do to you? No, no, no-NO! Don't ju-uump! Oof, ow, oof! Log!" Then silence. Then, "Ooooooh, my head, oooh, oooh, oooh. Stop kicking my cock, and twisting my balls, you j-jerk! Gawd, Rick, stop je-jer-jer-king me off already! Aaaaaaah!"
"Pothole! Ouch! Gravel! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, damn you Rick! Get back on pavement!" Begged Chad.
So Chad crashed, and stalled, and Rick flooded his engine. Now he's up and driving again. Rico finished his burger. Leaned back in his chair, and sipped his drink
Chad had calmed down. Rick must be back on the highway.
"Slow down, Rick! Didn't you see that cop! Well, he saw us!" Chad's thoughts lit up Rico's screen. "Pull over, already! I don't want to be on the eleven o'clock news as today's police chase, and stuck in an impound yard.
"Oh, great, the cop is my cousin! Run my plates, coz! Hey, do I even have plates?" Chad thought.
"That's it be polite, Rick. "Yes, officer. No, I had no idea I was going that fast. It's my first time on this motorcycle, it belongs to a friend. I was test driving it, see I wanted to put it through its paces to see whether I should buy it." BUY ME? No fucking way is Rico selling me to Rick. He's wrecked so many cars, trucks and motorcycles, I suspect his dad has paid for at least three four year college tuitions for mechanics, car dealers and insurance agents. Rico better not sell me. He may have turned me into a motorcycle, but at least he respects his ride." Chad apparently regained his focus, because he thought, "Wait coz! You're letting this pyscho off with a warning? No ticket? No, you don't need to tell Rick to say hi to Chad! I am Chad, I am- oh, fuck, coz don't touch me! Gawd, those leather gloves feel great caressing me. Ooooh, gawd, you're my cousin! Ststop- uh, oh yeah."
Rico laughed. He typed a reminder to himself on his calendar, "Buy leather gloves."
A few minutes later, Rico was surprised to see Rick driving Chad slowly down the highway toward him. Then he saw why Rick was driving slowly, the motorcycle cop was following him.
"Hey, Rico, had a great ride. I think it was riding a little stiff at first but I think I managed to loosen it up. You might consider adding a nitro-"
"Hey, this your motorcycle, kid," asked the officer as he removed his helmet.
Rico blinked. Chad's cousin bore an amazing family resemblance to Chad.
Rick noticed Rico's reaction.
"Nah, that's not Chad dressed like a cop to prank us. That's his cousin Chaz, and he's a real cop."
"Yes, it's my bike," Rico answered.
"Did you give Rick permission to ride it?"
"Yes, but he promised to be gentle, drive on the highway only, and obey the traffic laws," Rico said with a meaningful glare at Rick.
"Did you know the speedometer doesn't show speeds faster than 45mph even when driven faster?"
Rico almost smiled, so that was how Rick evaded the ticket, blame Rico and his motorcycle. He replied, "No. I just got this motorcycle running this evening, and I haven't driven faster than the 35 mph Speed Limit, officer."
"Well, I must say this looks like a magnificent machine. Mind if I take her for a spin to check out the Speedometer?"
"No, officer. Go right ahead."
Vroom, vroom.
Chaz and Chad were gone. 10 minutes later, they returned. The officer wheeled the bike back over to Rico.
"She handles well. But you might think about cutting a few inches off the kickstarter. You really only need one as wide as a boot heel. Ran her at 60 along the highway, and checked the mileposts, and the speedometer is accurate. Guess, driving got the speedometer unstuck," he said glancing at Rick. Then turning his attention back to Rico, he added, "Rick mentioned you might be selling her?" It was Rico's turn to glare at Rick.
"Well, I honestly hadn't thought about selling my motorcycle. I've only ridden it once today. Uh," Rico wasn't sure what to say, so glancing at Chaz's hands, he said. "Say, those are a handsome pair of gloves. Where'd you get them?"
"The Police Uniform Store in Oak Park. But I've got several pairs" he replied. He reached over to his left hand, and pulled off his glove, and then pulled off his right glove with his left hand, and handed the warm leather gloves to Rico, "here take this pair. I have a spare pair of gloves in my bike."
"Uh, thank you officer."
"You're welcome, Rico. And call me Chaz," he said turning to walk back to his bike, he paused and looked over his shoulder, and said, "Here's my card," he turned and handed Rico a business card, and said, "When you do decide to sell that machine, call me. I'll pay a fair price, and take really good care of it. "
"Uh, thank you, but don't expect my call anytime soon, off- er, Chaz."