Black Hat number four:


"I don't know. I vish to ride like the vind, but…I vant something…a little…smaller."

The used bike salesman sighs quietly. He's used to indecisive shoppers, but this weirdo takes the cake. "Sir…"

"Count."

"Sorry. Count, perhaps a Harley isn't the bike for you. Have you considered a minivan?"

A sharp intake of breath indicates a possible sale. "I vill take that one."

Of course you will. "Excellent choice, sir."

"Count."

The shifter beeps the horn twice as he put-puts the Vespa out of the parking lot. Cape fluttering behind him like giant bat wings, it's almost like flying.