On a hot, blistering day in Chicago, I was helping out a friend of mine at her garage. She had been behind on repairs thanks to her 3 biker friends. They keep her busy every day, except for today. They were at their hangout while my friend, Charley was getting caught up with all the trucks, cars and motorcycles that had come in.

"Hey Charley, what's the deal with this old Chevy pickup?", pointing to the old beat up truck behind me.

"Guy said he didn't want it anymore. Something about the transmission giving him problems all the time. He told me I can do whatever I want with it. I might use it for parts, unless you can get it to work, Mike. If so, you can have it. Tired of you taking public transportation just to get here. You need wheels, girl."

"I have wheels right there." I pointed to my bicycle.

"Not what I had in mind. You need air conditioning, especially in this Chicago heat."

"Point made." Then I heard a sound. I couldn't place the sound, so I asked Charley what that sound is.

She groaned in irritation. "Oh God no. Please no."

"What's wrong?"

"Its the guys. They called early this morning before you showed up. I told them I needed the day to catch up on work and to please stay away for today, if at all possible."

"Guess its not, but it sounds like 2 motorcycles, not 3. I'm assuming there's 3 of them and not 2."

"You're right. There's 3 of them. See that red motorcycle over there?" Charley pointed to the right corner of the garage.

"What about it? That belong to one of them?"

"Yep. His name is Vinnie. He's a real pain in the ass, but he can be sweet at times. Just at the wrong times."

Just then, the 2 motorcycles rolled into the garage and 3 rather tall bikers got off them, then took their helmets off. I was looking at 3 human sized mice in biker clothes.

"Please tell me you finished my bike, sweetheart? I don't like hitching a ride with Modo." Vinnie whined.

"Put a sock in it, Vincent."

I couldn't help but stare at them because of what they were. I thought I was hallucinating. Charley looked at me and waved a hand in my face. "Earth to Mike. Anyone home in there?"

I came back to reality and looked at her. "Sorry Charley. You didn't tell me they were mice. Care to introduce me?"

"Mike, I'd like you to meet Throttle, Modo and Vinnie. The Biker Mice From Mars. Guys, I'd like you to meet a long time friend of mine, Mike."

Throttle walked up to me and extended his hand out to me. I shook it. "Nice to meet you, Mike. I apologize for Vinnie's rudeness. He's been without his bike since last night, when he left it here."

"Quite alright, Throttle. Sorry if I stared at you guys. I was a bit shocked."

"Completely understandable. Charley failed to mention that you were beautiful. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee in about an hour?"

"Damn bro. Already making moves on the new girl? Movin' a little fast, don't you think?"

Throttle gave Vinnie the 'evil eye' and Vinnie cringed. I snickered a bit and Throttle looked at me and smiled.

"I'd love to go for coffee with you, Throttle. Sometimes its good to get away from everyone, even for a few hours."

"Exactly. I will be right back. Gonna go change, unless you would like to go with me? I'd love to show you where the bros and I hang our helmets."

"If you don't mind me going?"

"As long as Charley-girl doesn't mind if I snag you for a bit?" Then he looked at Charley.

"She needs some time off. She's been working nonstop all week. We were about to start on the red Camaro sittin' over there, but it can wait."

"Awesome! Thanks, Charley." Then I looked at Throttle. "What are we waitin' for? Let's go."

Throttle grabbed a hold of my hand and helped me onto his bike. "Why thank you, Throttle. Chivalry is not dead after all. Got another helmet?"

Throttle pulled another helmet out of his saddle bag with his tail and handed it to me. I noticed it looked like his. "How do I do the visor? I'm not familiar with this type of helmet."

Throttle turned towards me and showed me how to bring the visor forward. "Interesting. Mind if I look over your bike later?"

"Not at all. Later bros. Later Charley." Then he backed his bike out of the garage and started it. Then we left. I noticed we were headed for the ball field.

"You live at the ball field? Why?"

"We kinda crashed our ship into the scoreboard, so that's where we live now. It beats the cliff faces and caves we were in on Mars."

10 mins. later, we arrived at Quigley Field. We headed up to the scoreboard. Throttle parked his bike and helped me off his bike after he got off.

When we walked inside, I noticed it had a set of bunk beds and a single bed. I also noticed there was a hammock hanging.

"A hammock? You have 3 beds and a hammock? The beds I get, but the hammock I don't."

"Sometimes Vinnie sleeps in the hammock when he can't sleep in his bed. Give me a few. Thought I'd put a shirt on when we go out for coffee."

I couldn't help but look at that well chiseled chest of his. "You do that a lot, don't you? Has it been a while since you've seen a good lookin' guy?"

"Yeah, actually it has. I don't mean to stare, but….damn."

"I do have that effect on the ladies. On Mars, anyway. On my last trip to Mars, which was about a year ago, I had told my now ex-girlfriend, Carbine, that we were done. Long distance relationships don't work. They get to strained."

"Tell me about it. The last guy I dated lived 2 states away from me. I couldn't afford to travel to see him and neither could he, so we decided to stay friends instead."

"Give me a few mins. I'm gonna go get a shirt on."

While he was getting changed, I went and sat on the single bed and noticed the magazine sitting on the bed. It was a muscle car magazine. Motor Trend. One of my favorite, too.

A few mins. later, he came out with a plain black shirt on. I noticed he left the vest off. He noticed the magazine I had been looking at.

"Yeah, I like muscle cars, but I don't let the bro's know that."

"So, you saw the red Camaro at Charley's then?"

"Yep. Would love to get under the hood of that car. Camaros are my all-time favorite muscle car. What's yours?"

"I have quite a few favorites, but the Camaro is my all-time fave, too. What kind of music do you like?" I patted the spot next to me so we could talk.

He came over and sat down next to me and moved some strands of hair out of my face and put it up behind my ear.

"That's better. Damn you are gorgeous. Better looking than Carbine could ever dream to be."

I blushed a bit. I have never gotten a compliment like that ever in my life. He saw it in my eyes, too.

"I'm not surprised."

"At what?"

"That you have never gotten a compliment like that ever in your life."

"Did you read my mind or something?"

"Nope. I saw the look in your eyes. All it takes is a look to show what your thinking."

"You haven't answered my question about what kind of music you like."

"Heavy metal. Basically anything with a hard hitting bass."

"Same here. You gotta favorite band? Mine is Disturbed."

"Mine too. Makes me wonder if we were destined to meet."

"Who knows, but I'm glad we did meet. How about you?"

"I definitely am glad we met. Mike isn't your real name is it?"

"My real name is Tammy but I go by Mike cause my middle name is Michelle. You have a last name? Do the others?"

"My full name is Throttle X. Thornboy. Then Modo's last name is Maverick and Vinnie's last name is Van Wham."

"You have a middle name? What is it?"

"Its Xavier. What's your last name?"

"I don't give out my last name, sorry. Personal reasons."

"Totally fine with me. Just thought I'd ask."

"No harm in asking. Shall we go get that cup of coffee before your friends decide to be nosey. One of them, anyways. I don't think Modo would be nosey, unless I'm wrong."

"He's not nosey. Vinnie is the nosey one. But yeah, let's go get that cup of coffee." We got on the bike and left the scoreboard.