Lead Belly by David Donaghe
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Below is an excerpt from the next installment in the Cave Man Action Adventure Series.
Pops.
One of the things about being dead is that you have a lot of time on your hands. Back in 1968, after the zombie plague broke out, I was working at old Bud Hodgkin’s service station when the undead filth came pouring out of the graveyard across the street and stumbled into the station. They smashed the front window, and poured into the mechanic’s bay and I had to fight my way to the back room to get my 357. In the process, one of the SOBs bit me. I managed to escape by busting out a back window and jumping down to the alleyway. I ran around to the front of the station, jumped on the old pan head and burned rubber.
On the way out of town, I ran into Cynthia, a young high school girl that lived down the street and I gave her a ride. We headed out to the Road Dogs clubhouse, a bar outside of Harlem Springs Arizona called The High Noon Saloon, and I hooked up with my bros in the club. We figured to either hold out there at the clubhouse or head to Sonny’s Cabin. Sonny, our chapter president at the time had an old cabin about one hundred and fifty miles down the highway, that we used once and a while. The undead SOBs attacked the clubhouse, so we bailed out and headed to the cabin. After helping the bros get to safety, Old School and I, another one of the bros that had the misfortune to receive a zombie bite, decided to let the road take us and die like bikers. We hit an old oak tree at over one hundred miles per hour and that’s how I wound up here in Biker Heaven.
When I first got here, I partied for what seemed like eternity. Up here in Biker Heaven, all the woman are loose as well as good looking, the booze flows free and the music never stops. The booze up here ain’t nothing like what you have down there on Earth. You can drink all you want, and you never get sick or get a hangover. You never tasted better Jack than we have up here. One time in church, I decided to join the halo riders. The halos are a division of the Road Dogs motorcycle club, but you have to be dead to sign up. When you wear the halo patch, you get to go back once and a while to help the bros down on Earth when they need it. That gives me a chance to ride my spirit bike, so I signed up. You aint ever seen a bike like a spirit bike. Imagine your dream bike and multiply that by ten. You can ride all day, they never need gas and they don’t leak oil.
The spirit bike can cruise down the highway on Earth, looking like your average Harley, or sore up into the heavens like a shooting star. When they’re in their glory, they radiate light and fire shoots out of their tail pipes like lightning. Another thing about the spirit bike is that they can travel through time.
My pops ticker gave out back in 1965 while I was off fighting in Vietnam, and I heard that when he got to Biker Heaven he went hog-wild. Old Pops always did like to party. When I arrived in 1968, like I said before, I partied for what seemed like eternity, and I spent a good long while cruisin’ the streets of gold. I see my pops at church, but most of the time he’s off doing his own thing. I got to wondering what his life was like when he got back from World War Two, before I was born. I came along three years after the war ended and Pops and some of his bros started up the Road Dogs back in the fifties. I patched in back in 63 when I was fifteen and I was alive when they started the club, but I was a little shaver. I got to wonderin’ what my pops was like, back in the day when he was young, so I climbed on my spirit bike and took a ride through time.
Author’s Note.
I hope you enjoyed reading Lead Belly as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for coming along for the ride. If you would like to read the entire Cave Man action adventure series in one volume, then check out Tales From The Lost Highway. Besides, reading, writing and riding my motorcycles, I enjoy hearing from my readers. I would love it if you would log onto my blog page, leave a comment or send me an email at [email protected] or join my blog. It would also be way cool if you post a review. Once again, thanks for coming along for the ride and keep looking out for more adventures with Cave Man and the Road Dogs MC.
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Below is an excerpt from the next installment in the Cave Man Action Adventure Series.
Pops.
One of the things about being dead is that you have a lot of time on your hands. Back in 1968, after the zombie plague broke out, I was working at old Bud Hodgkin’s service station when the undead filth came pouring out of the graveyard across the street and stumbled into the station. They smashed the front window, and poured into the mechanic’s bay and I had to fight my way to the back room to get my 357. In the process, one of the SOBs bit me. I managed to escape by busting out a back window and jumping down to the alleyway. I ran around to the front of the station, jumped on the old pan head and burned rubber.
On the way out of town, I ran into Cynthia, a young high school girl that lived down the street and I gave her a ride. We headed out to the Road Dogs clubhouse, a bar outside of Harlem Springs Arizona called The High Noon Saloon, and I hooked up with my bros in the club. We figured to either hold out there at the clubhouse or head to Sonny’s Cabin. Sonny, our chapter president at the time had an old cabin about one hundred and fifty miles down the highway, that we used once and a while. The undead SOBs attacked the clubhouse, so we bailed out and headed to the cabin. After helping the bros get to safety, Old School and I, another one of the bros that had the misfortune to receive a zombie bite, decided to let the road take us and die like bikers. We hit an old oak tree at over one hundred miles per hour and that’s how I wound up here in Biker Heaven.
When I first got here, I partied for what seemed like eternity. Up here in Biker Heaven, all the woman are loose as well as good looking, the booze flows free and the music never stops. The booze up here ain’t nothing like what you have down there on Earth. You can drink all you want, and you never get sick or get a hangover. You never tasted better Jack than we have up here. One time in church, I decided to join the halo riders. The halos are a division of the Road Dogs motorcycle club, but you have to be dead to sign up. When you wear the halo patch, you get to go back once and a while to help the bros down on Earth when they need it. That gives me a chance to ride my spirit bike, so I signed up. You aint ever seen a bike like a spirit bike. Imagine your dream bike and multiply that by ten. You can ride all day, they never need gas and they don’t leak oil.
The spirit bike can cruise down the highway on Earth, looking like your average Harley, or sore up into the heavens like a shooting star. When they’re in their glory, they radiate light and fire shoots out of their tail pipes like lightning. Another thing about the spirit bike is that they can travel through time.
My pops ticker gave out back in 1965 while I was off fighting in Vietnam, and I heard that when he got to Biker Heaven he went hog-wild. Old Pops always did like to party. When I arrived in 1968, like I said before, I partied for what seemed like eternity, and I spent a good long while cruisin’ the streets of gold. I see my pops at church, but most of the time he’s off doing his own thing. I got to wondering what his life was like when he got back from World War Two, before I was born. I came along three years after the war ended and Pops and some of his bros started up the Road Dogs back in the fifties. I patched in back in 63 when I was fifteen and I was alive when they started the club, but I was a little shaver. I got to wonderin’ what my pops was like, back in the day when he was young, so I climbed on my spirit bike and took a ride through time.
Author’s Note.
I hope you enjoyed reading Lead Belly as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for coming along for the ride. If you would like to read the entire Cave Man action adventure series in one volume, then check out Tales From The Lost Highway. Besides, reading, writing and riding my motorcycles, I enjoy hearing from my readers. I would love it if you would log onto my blog page, leave a comment or send me an email at [email protected] or join my blog. It would also be way cool if you post a review. Once again, thanks for coming along for the ride and keep looking out for more adventures with Cave Man and the Road Dogs MC.