Satuday Ride 5 (b)

34. As my eyes quickly adjusted to the reduced light I saw there were some 20 or so people in the extended hallway; most of them gaped briefly I my direction before promptly duckling into the most convenient sanctuary.

SATURDAY RIDE 6

36. Their moths were moving in tremendous agitation, but the infernal noise of my machine drowned any sound they were making and they reminded me of inept actors in an old silent film.

38. With a great feeling of elation I sped back to the motor pool; turning onto the apron of the garage, I shut off the engine of my machine, dismounted, and pulled the bike onto its stand to await the inevitable arrival of the Regimental Police.

40. I smiled my thinks and handed the helmet to him, knowing that he and I were still friends in spite—or maybe because—of his suggestion that seemed to have propelled me into some kind of infamous glory.