First of what will hopefully be a successful line of stories. I disclaim all characters in this story. Although the plot line is solely mine.
John Munch walked out of the precinct and stared through his tinted lenses at the sight before him. Brian Cassidy sat on a crotch-rocket of a motorcycle strapping a helmet on. He smiled at Munch like a kid at Christmas.
"Like my new bike?"
He kicked the kickstand out from underneath and went to kick-start it. The engine whirred for a second before dying.
"Need a ride Brian?"
"Nah. I got it John." Cassidy said as he went to kick-start it again and the engine roared to life. He put the proverbial pedal to the metal and tore out of the parking lot, hopping the curb and landing heavily on both wheels. To his dismay though, it only ran for about the next 20 feet and then it died.
Munch smiled as Cassidy went to start it again but to no avail. He pushed his foot down on the lever again and nothing happened. He finally got pissed and put his full weight on the start. There was a horrible 'CRACK' and 'PLINK' of the kick-start breaking off and hitting the concrete.
Cassidy hung his head and turned to Munch. "Hey, John, about that ride…"
Thanks to Augusta and her interesting sound effects, which inspired this story.