June 16, 2014

June 16, 2014~
Damn, I hate gangs. So I literally cut my trip back in half with the help of that Honda. I got into New York somewhere around midnight, an’ I decided to take a little detour through some side streets to avoid the traffic. Well I ran into some whannabe thugs from the Rebel gang, some bald dude and his buds. An’ of course they decide they want me to pay a toll, an’ of course I wasn’t about to. So they decided to try and take me, idiots…
OK, so back about 3 years I was in Deadwood, South Dakota (I just love up in the Dakotas/Montana area), and I ran into a group of those Hell’s Angels. There were about ten of ‘em and they weren’t even that much of a problem. The Rebels almost weren’t worth it. The only thing that made any of them dangerous was the fact they were wavin’ knives and chains around and had no idea how to use ‘em. The phrase “ice cube’s chance in Hell” came to mind.
I think Scarlet’s following me. Someone put a red-fletched crossbow dart through one of the Rebel’s hands and kept him off my back. Scarlet makes her own bolts, and I recognized the dart I pulled from the punk’s hand as one of hers. But I didn’t see hide or red hair of her, but I’m pretty sure she is (or was) nearby. Maybe she’s hooked up with Wraith; he’s made NY his stompin’ grounds for the time being.
Anyways, I’m gonna be riding hard for the next day or so, I’m gonna see how fast I can make it to Washington DC. So I prob won’t write anything until I get there.