Nothing is more annoying than being out for a ride and having to spend part of your day fixing your bike on the road, or in this case a parking lot. Its not a major repair, more like a till later fix, to get her home, but still it was a pain in the ass to do, and the gravel in the parking lot sucked, poking her in the back.

As she laid there, fishing the straightened coat hangar through the 2 brackets and bending it over, she questioned whether she should finally trade her Heritage Classic off. It did have 135,000 miles and was 15 years old. But it was her first Harley, and well… that EVO engine was the best vibrator she owned. And sadly, that was the only action she was getting.

But it did mean it vibrated EVERYTHING else, including having vibrated out the bolt that held the Vance and Hines Straight Shot Pipes to the frame of her bike.

Which was why she was laying here, using a coat hanger to wire the pipes to the frame so she could get home. Once she had the wire through and bent over, she used the K bar knife she kept in her boot as a lever and was slowly twisting the wires together, and securing her pipes to the frame.

She heard the bike pull in and didn't think much of it. After all, she was at a Bar/restaurant on a awesome winding road just outside Redding, Washington. She couldn't count the number of times she had ridden this road, it was fun, and a great way to get away from Work for the day. There were always other riders out on the twisties.

She saw the boots next to her, and a gravelly voice ask, "need some help? I'm a mechanic."

Having just finished, she stabbed the K bar into the gravel ground, and shimmied out and sat up. "Thank you, but I got it fixed." She picked up the knife and put it the sheath in her boot and pulled her jean leg down over it and then stood up.

"What was wrong?" he asks, a toothpick flicking in his mouth. She watched him for a minute, trying to decide if he was sizing her up to be impressed, or deciding if he wanted to fuck her.

She chuckled. "Nothing major. Bolt broke that holds the pipes to the frame, so I rigged up something to get me home." He nodded, impressed with her ability to work on her bike.

"Probably sheered it off. An EVO engine will vibrate every screw out of your bike if you are not careful," he says. His eyes looking at her bike, seeing how she had it set up, noticing this is a girl who rides a lot based on the accessories she has.

"True, but boy is that vibration a fun ride." Jesus she thinks to herself. What the hell am I doing flirting with a guy in a Kutte. She had seen the Sons of Anarchy kutte as she stood up. She knew who they were. She had been riding in the Northwest for 15 years. But she also knew if you were respectful, but not cowering, they usually respected you back.

"I bet" he dead pans, giving a small smile. "Although, losing these Vance and Hines pipes wouldn't have been much of a loss. A set of D&D's would do this bike better justice"

"I like the Vance and Hines. They are Throaty, and loud. Besides, All black isn't my cup of tea. I like a bike to have some character."

"You mean chrome. I'll take character in different ways on my bike."

Looking over at his bike she saw the paint, it was gorgeous, it was like the bike had been tattooed. Like all the ink on the man himself.

"Well thank you for the offer to help, but I can't waste a day like today talking. I am going to get going." She said, picking up her helmet to start putting it on.

He turned to look at her, "What's your name?" he asked. He wasn't sure why he asked, but he did.

She looked at him, and after a brief moment she extended her hand, "Dani, but most people call me Doc. And you are?" she asked

Shaking her hand he said "Happy. Nice to meet you. Doc? You work at the Hospital?"

"No." She was slipping on her gloves and then straddled her bike, lifting it off the kickstand.

She looked at him, thinking, oh, what the hell she finally thought. "Happy, If you want to know more, look me up. I live in Redding, and lots of people know me in the biker community." With that, she started the bike and pulled out.

Happy watched her ride off. Look her up, hmmm. He was intrigued. But he didn't chase pussy. But maybe he needed to know more, to make sure she wasn't a threat. Happy flipped open his phone, and called Loco, the Nomad intel officer. "I need some info on a bitch…."