Friday, January 26th 2:30 PM
Arnold taking advantage of the unusually warm January decided to unveil his latest project to the world. He continued turning the wrench finishing the final step. He turned the lug nut one final time. Finishing the fastening he started to clean and polish the motorcycle. He applied a decent wax to the frame and body. "Oh crap," Arnold said realizing he had started cleaning before he even started the bike. Arnold stood and grabbed the handlebar. He swung his leg over the large bike, straddling the machine between his legs. He kicked out the stand and held down the clutch and turned his key. The bike made a thunderous noise as it roared to life. Arnold turned the throttle hearing the engine rev under him. A large smile appeared on his face. He throttled the engine a couple more times. The only sound that could be heard within a block was the monster Arnold was working on. He did not have the noise barrier of his garage as he had moved the bike to the backyard. Arnold smiled as he continued shinning the bike as he sat atop it.
"Arnold!" Arnold barely heard the shout that was pointed at him. He turned the key powering off his bike. He looked up and saw his exasperated Grandfather yelling. "ARNOLD! Oh," Phil stopped yelling noticing the noise was gone. "What the hell are you doing out here?" Phil asked. "Hey Grandpa," Arnold said innocently. "Don't Hey Grandpa me. What the hell are you doing making all that noise? It's two o'clock in the morning!" Phil shouted. Arnold looked around for a second. "Grandpa, it's two in the afternoon," Arnold said. "Oh, well that explains the sun. Still! What's with the noise? Where did you get that thing?" Phil asked. "I've been building it. I have been for a couple months now," Arnold got off the bike and stood next to his grandfather. He looked on and admired his work. It was a classic looking cruiser. It was a heavy bike, a bit larger to accommodate Arnold's height. It was black with dark metal gray accents. Arnold had repainted the bike to make it seem a bit edgier.
"You've been building this monstrosity in the garage without telling anyone?" Phil asked. "No, my parents know," Arnold said. "This seems like something your mother would fight you on," Phil said. "Oh it was. She was mad when she found out. She's kind of come around though," Arnold said. "Where did you even find this beast?" Phil asked. "Well I found the body in a junk yard brought it back and threw a tarp over it," Arnold said. "Is that why I haven't noticed it?" Phil said. "Yeah, I figured out of site out of mind," Arnold said. "Well she'll remember alright the second she hears that thing turn on. Good lord, what did you do to it?" Phil asked as he stepped closer inspecting the bike. "Well I rebuilt the engine. Well… I actually built a new engine for it. The chassis can support something a little bigger so I built a better engine for it. It's pretty powerful," Arnold said beaming. Phil noticed the excited look on his grandson's face as he described all the work he put in. "Well… I guess your an artist outside and inside the garage," Phil said looking closer. "This paint looks new," Phil mentioned. "It is. I pretty much built it from the ground up. I even painted it," Arnold said. "Is this thing safe? It doesn't look safe," Phil said looking worried. "Well it's as safe as the person riding it. I've taken classes, I have a motorcycle license. I think it's safe. I'm not out there weaving through traffic or popping wheelies or something," Arnold said. "Do they even make helmets for your head?" Phil asked rubbing his chin. "They do when you custom order one," Arnold pointed to the helmet resting on the back of the bike.
"I don't know Short man," Phil said. "It's safe grandpa, you want to take a ride?" Arnold asked his voice going a little higher than normal. "I don't think so kiddo. I'd like to finish that book I've been reading before a die a gruesome stain on the road," Phil said walking past Arnold towards the house. He put his hand on Arnold's shoulder, and shaking his head. Phil made his way back into the house laughing. Arnold rolled his eyes and went back to polishing his bike. He felt the a buzz in his pocket, and he pulled his phone out. He smiled seeing who had sent him a message. Alright Football face, you've been all mysterious and crap about tonight. Spill… Arnold typed back, I don't see you making me. He felt satisfied as he hit the send button. "I may pay for that," Arnold thought to himself as he smiled a little. I'm gonna kick your ass. Tell me! Arnold laughed at Helga's message. It's a surprise. I want to surprise you. Arnold sent back. I hate surprises, she sent. I know my love, but I want to surprise you, Arnold typed back. He raised the phone above his head and took a picture of himself with his best begging face. He sent that along with the message. You're a moron. She sent back. Will it be as good as my last surprise? I still can't walk all that well, Helga sent. Arnold started to heat up a little thinking about that amazing night. "Imagine having that terrible a night and then it ends up being one of the best nights I've ever had," Arnold thought to himself. It's not as physical as that. I think you'll like it though, Arnold typed back. Ugh, fine. You pain in the ass. Should I wear anything particular? Helga sent back. Arnold laughed at the irony that he was the difficult one. Well, as much as I'd like you to just show up wearing a trench coat with nothing underneath. We will be outside. So despite how warm it is today, dress warm, Arnold sent that off and stopped for a moment. "Oh god that was so rude!" Arnold thought to himself. Arnold worried how Helga might take that. He would never send something like that along. He respected Helga far too much to treat her like that. "After that night, I can't stop thinking about Helga's body. She looked so sexy laying like that. The look she gave me…" Arnold stopped his thought process as he felt his pants tighten slightly.
Arnold opened the messenger and started typing out his apology. He was almost finished when her reply came through. I'll have to save that then. You know for that one day I wake up and want you to fuck my brains out. I'll dress for outside weather. I'll see you in a little bit, lover boy, Arnold turned red looking at the message and seeing the wink face she had included. "Oh boy. I hope she likes this," Arnold thought as he finished cleaning his bike and moved to put away his tools.