Chapter 9

Friday, December 18, 1998

It was chilly in the garage, since the garage door was open and a brisk wind was blowing flakes of snow into the room. "All right," Kevin said, taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

As Jason had warned, the rebuilding of the Harley Sportster had turned into a bigger project than they'd expected. It would have been even worse if it had been an honest restoration, but that wasn't what they were trying to do. They were trying to come up with a good-looking, reliable bike, not one that was the equivalent of factory new, which certainly did not mean factory reliable as it pertained to that era, anyway. On doing some investigating, Kevin had discovered the guy he'd bought the bike from had not been the one who'd done the engine work, and he knew and trusted the guy who had. On doing some asking, his friend told him there shouldn't be anything wrong with the engine now; he'd been paid to do a first-rate job on it and that was what he'd done.

Still, there had been enough missing or doubtful pieces for Kevin to spend more than half again what he spent for the box of parts just to have the things he needed to put the bike together, at least the way he wanted it. The actual assembly hadn't taken all that long -- it had gotten under way two weekends before -- but cleaning, prepping, painting, and chroming had taken up a lot of time. At that, not everything was new, or exactly Harley-Davidson-original parts. There were some odd bits and pieces there, and to make everything work, Jason had had to build a couple parts on the anvil as an alternative to an expensive factory replacement -- and that didn't even include some of the decorative special pieces.

Kevin reached down and turned the key, then stood up and bounced down on the kick starter, hearing a whoosh. "You know damn well it's not going to start up first kick," Jason said encouragingly as Kevin cocked his leg for another try -- and another and another as the engine turned over and over without a sign of life.

"Fuck," Kevin snorted as his leg started to get tired without any progress. "Looks like we've got an AMF, people."

"Not knowing much about motorcycles, I really hate to bring this up," Vicky said, "But did you guys put any gas in it?"

Kevin looked at Jason, who peered back at Kevin with a blank look. "Oh, shit," they sighed in unison.

"Got any gas?" Kevin asked sheepishly. "Emily's working tonight; I really don't want to have to show up at the station with a gas can."

"Might have some," Jason shrugged, heading out the back door. In a moment, he returned, carrying a red three-gallon plastic gas can. "Feels like there's a little in here," he said. "I suppose I ought to get some before the snow starts flying for real and I have to fire up the snow blower."

A couple minutes later, they were ready to try again. A shot of starter fluid and a few kicks of the starter, and the V-twin rumbled to life. "It lives, sir," Jason said loudly, as if either of the other two could hear him over the blurp-blurp, blurp-blurp idle.

Kevin gunned the engine a couple times, and it sounded good. "Shit, I've got to find out," he yelled, pulling the bike off of the kickstand and backing it out of the garage on a pair of brand-new, shiny-black tires. It took him a couple minutes to get it outside and turned around. "I'll just take it around the block," he yelled, then twisted the throttle and was off into the snow-filled darkness.

Vicky and Jason stood wordlessly out on the concrete of the driveway. They could hear him wind it up a little heading down the street, slow for the stop sign at the corner, make the turn and head down the next block, then around the corner to pass Joe and Mignon's house. In a minute he was back. "Not bad," he reported as he pulled to a stop. He let go of the throttle and the engine died. "Carb isn't quite on; it doesn't idle unless you keep some throttle on it."

"Might work its way out after you've loosened it up a little," Jason opined.

"Yeah, but it's a little too far off," Kevin said. "The clutch is grabby, but that'll work its way out, too. Brakes are soft, you have to come down a long way before you can start to feel them, but I think that's just an adjustment, too. Needs a couple hours riding and a few tweaks, but I think it's done. Jason, you want to take it around the block and see what you think? I don't think you want to go much farther, there's only a whiff of gas in it."

"Yeah, sure," he smiled. "Vicky, you want a ride?"

"Why not?" she grinned. She had hoped he would ask and didn't want to be left out. "I'm not really dressed to go any distance, but around the block shouldn't be too bad."

It took her a minute to get perched on the back of the bike, with Jason in front of her. She'd never spent much time on a motorcycle, a half dozen times on the back of Kevin's, and occasionally clear back to being a little girl on the back of Jason's antique -- and now, for the first time in a long time, in winter darkness. But still, it was exciting; she'd played a big part in bringing this box of parts back to life, and she knew it.

Since it was along in the evening, Jason didn't push the throttle, but as he wound it out she could feel the power in the V-twin, the life it had; it was noisy, primitive Harley-Davidson noise, elemental and empowering at the same time. "Ems is going to really have a ball with this," she said into Jason's ear as she held onto his back while they went past her house.

"Yeah," she heard him reply. "No doubt about it."

In a couple minutes more, they pulled back into the garage. It had been enough; it was cold out there, and they didn't even have more than light jackets on, let alone leathers. "That ought to be enough of that until we get some gas," Jason commented. "Tell you what. Let's take the gas can and run out to the truck stop, top it off, and have a cup of coffee to celebrate."

"Works for me," Kevin agreed. "We probably shouldn't run it around the neighborhood any more tonight. It is not your cheeseball Gold Wing with a big muffler. Maybe I can get bundled up real good and break it in a little tomorrow."

"Don't bank on it," Jason shook his head. "It's supposed to warm up and rain heavily."

"Probably not Sunday," Kevin sighed. "Maybe I can sneak off first of the week a little."

"I could get an hour or two on it," Jason offered. "I get off earlier than you do. It's not supposed to be too bad toward the middle of the week."

Jason threw the gas can and a second one into the back of the pickup, and the three piled in, with Vicky in the center.

"That is your essential motorcycle," Jason smiled. "No electric starter, no stereo, no luxury Gold Wing shit, just you and the wind and the bike, no extras. You ride that, and you know you're riding a motorcycle."

"I hope she takes to it all right," Kevin sighed. "I think she will. I was concerned it was going to be a little rough and scruffy for her, but after I thought about it, it struck me that she's looking for excitement and adventure, not creature comforts."

"Right," Jason smiled. "I think you're looking at a serious case of bugs in the teeth."

"Bugs in the teeth?" Vicky frowned.

"That's how you tell a happy biker," Kevin grinned. "She was grousing about not having enough adventure, enough stories to tell. That'll give her some, and not a cute little Honda rice-burner, but an honest-to-god, knuckle-dragging Harley."

"You may have trouble keeping her off of it for a while," Jason smiled. "At least it's winter, that'll help. By spring the new may have worn off a little."

"Yeah," Kevin said. "Oh well, a little breaking in, a little tuning, and then I think I'll let her worry about the rest of the breaking in come spring. I'm glad we've got this project pretty well wrapped up. We've sort of let the knife work go to a minimum the last couple weeks to get this finished up. Now, we're not going to have to mess with the bike, so maybe I can get down to really learning something."

"You want to stay with it?" Jason asked, a little surprised at the statement. "I thought you were just looking for a cover story."

"It kind of started out that way," Kevin sighed. "But the little bit I've picked up has been enough to make me want to learn more. I know we've barely scratched the surface of the subject, and I haven't even touched on the stuff Vicky does. I don't think I could ever be as good at it as you two are, but it's been fun to learn, and I'd like to learn more."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Jason replied, a touch of satisfaction in his voice that Vicky could hear. He'd explained one evening that Kevin had gotten further than anyone else who'd ever expressed interest in the topic, and the last couple weeks there had been some times that it was clear he'd rather be working on knives than on the bike. "It's been fun having you and Vicky hanging around the last couple months, I was sort of sorry to see it coming to an end."

"It's been fun hanging out," Kevin agreed. "Maybe we'll have to invite Emily to join us sometime, now that we won't be hiding anything from her."

"I've certainly had fun with it," Vicky agreed. "I was sorry to see it coming to an end, too. I've learned a few things myself."

"What have you learned?" Kevin smiled, still awash with the warm glow and excitement of the project being all but complete, and now assured of success.

"Oh, lots of things," Vicky said. "I've learned that I really envy Emily for having a guy as nice and as caring as you are. She may think her life is dull, but it really isn't. She's going to have a ball riding that bike. She's going to be able to get on it and go places and feel special, and every time she gets on it she's going to think about you." She let out a sigh and continued. "Kevin, I know a lot of us thought Emily was cutting herself short when she married you instead of going to college, but it worked out for her way better than any of us expected. She's so lucky to have a guy like you it isn't funny."

Kevin was well aware of Vicky's capability to put herself down and wallow in moroseness over her bad luck the past few years. "She's really lucky to have good and loyal friends like you and Jason," he replied, treading water hard to try and think of something positive to say about her. "I feel very lucky to have a friend like you. Vicky, don't let yourself think you don't have friends, because you do."

"I know I sound jealous," she sighed, looking down in her lap, a tear coming to her eye. "I'm really not. It's just, well, I wish things had gone half as well for me as they have for her."

As she felt Jason's arm go around her shoulder, she didn't notice the meaningful glance the two men exchanged. "Hey, Vicky," he said. "I've told you before, your time is coming, you just have to be ready for it when it gets here."

{c}Friday, December 25, 1998

It's difficult to wrap up a Christmas present the size of Emily's and put it in a box. On top of that, there were some real scheduling difficulties to make everything work and still keep it a surprise. But with a little bit of coordination, they made it work.

The Varneys were at that comfortable age when there wasn't the rush to get up and open Christmas presents first thing, since all the kids were well beyond that in years, and there weren't any grandkids yet. It would be a few years before that became an issue, although Brittany was getting noticeably closer to her time. In years past, Jason would have taken Duane to his parents' house, but now that they were wintering in Florida, those days were past, too. Besides, Duane had been known to say Christmas wasn't the same without his mom around, so in recent years it had ceased to be a big deal around the MacRae household. Christmas had become a day for him to sleep in.

So that left both Vicky and Jason free to help Kevin pull off the deal with Emily, although it took a little bit of preparation, and they were going to have to be quiet about it. As luck had it, Kevin and Emily's two kids slept in a little, and that made it perfect.

About seven o'clock on Christmas morning, Vicky showed up at Jason's back door; she'd been expected. The two of them got in the truck and drove by Kevin and Emily's house. Through the front window they could see that the lights were off on the Christmas tree -- the signal that things weren't ready yet. Since the Chicago wasn't open on Christmas morning, they drove out to the truck stop and had a cup of coffee; around 7:30, they drove back past the Holst house, to find the Christmas tree lights on.

They drove back to Jason's, where he rolled out Emily's Harley. As Vicky followed in the pickup he rode it carefully over to the Holsts', trying to not get it wet or dirty. He got it going pretty fast, then a block away reached down and cut the ignition, coasting silently up to the house with the clutch out, and braked to a stop in front of the garage door. As expected, Kevin had left the side door unlocked; so he headed inside, unlatched the garage door opener and quietly opened the door. Kevin had slipped him a key to Emily's minivan; he took it out of gear, then gave it a push to roll it out the garage door without starting the engine. Then, he pushed the Sportster inside, gave it a quick wipe-down, and got some items from the back of Kevin's truck, right where he expected to find them. It was the work of only a couple minutes; then he walked out of the garage, and let the door down. It had all gone very quietly, and he could hear Christmas music playing in the living room, so it seemed logical that he'd gotten away with it.