Now the bikers name was Rudy,and all his biker friends laughed and called him
names for a reason other than his shiny red nose.
Whilst all the other bikers cruised around in Nortons,Indians and
Harleys,Rudy had to make do with a Citroen 49cc moped.
So it was that the gang got on their muscle machines and slammed down
the kick starters,and the air was filled with the throaty rumble of their engines.
Alas Rudy had to set for pedaling his Citron furiously to get its tiny
washing machine motor going,and went onto the road looking like a adult on a
kiddie bike that went "bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
It wasn't long before Rudys biker buddies had pulled away and Rudy went
puttering down the road at the legally mandated maximum speed limit of
25 mph.
He liked this however,since it gave him time to think,observe and smell the
roses as the moped puttered along.
As he was doing all this sightseeing,he noticed his bike had acquired a
new set of paint detailing.Over its yellow frame coiled the green scaled paint decal
of a lizard,namely the one he'd squashed.
And the lizard looked like it was looking at him.
Rudy puttered on a few more miles,then drove off to the side and shut off
the engine and smoked a joint as he stared at the painted lizard decal staring back at them
Then the decal moved,and Rudy nearly jumped out of his stormtrooper
boots.
He furiously puffed on that joint,and was about to considered it was all
a illusion,a hallucination,when the tiny squeaky voice came from somewhere near the Citroens
gas tank.
"Hello Rudy,my names Larry'...