A motorcycle gang

Even before you get a chance to ask what was wrong you hear them, the throaty roar of at least a dozen of motorcycles closing rapidly from behind. When you start to turn in your seat to get a better look Chris stops you with a hand on your thigh.

"Ignore them Amy, we're just going to let them pass." Twenty seconds later the first bike pulls up along side of you. It's big with high handlebars, a fat rear wheel and leather saddlebags. The rider, a heavyset man in a leather jacket and chaps, slows to match speeds so he could check out both the antique car and its occupants; his eyes linger appreciatively on your breasts and you see him lick his lips. Then the first bike is pulling away and a second cycle pulls alongside, this one has two riders and the bleached blonde sitting on the back of the bike is checking you out just as much as the muscular man she is pressed against. She wears a leather jacket with the skull and snake crawling out of it's eye socket just like the others, but her legs are almost completely bare. With a kiss blown at Chris she lifts her impossibly long legs and wraps them around the waist of the man in front of her just as he to pulls away in a cloud of exhaust.

One by one, nine other bikes pull along side of you and then accelerate away; some, like the leggy blonde acknowledge you with some kind of look or nod, others eye you without acknowledging your existence but you get the distinct impression that you are being checked by all the men and at least a couple of the women who rode along on the backs of the big bikes. And then as suddenly as the motorcycle gang had swept alongside, they are gone and Chris breathes out a deep sigh - it is the only real indication that he had been at all nervous during the whole episode. Had you been driving by yourself along these isolated mountain roads you would have been terrified, but with Chris by your side it was alarming, but not nearly as bad.

"Who are they?" You ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.

"Snake-eyes," he tells you with a serious look that disturbed you almost as much as the bikers. "They're a local gang that deal in most of the same things that their bigger cousins do; extortion, prostitution, **** and general chaos for no good reason." Chris is uncharacteristically quiet for a minute or two but then he pulls off the road at a scenic overview that under normal circumstances would have provided a spectacular view of the sun setting in the West. You cannot appreciate any of the natural beauty because of the troubling encounter amplified by Chris' sudden change in mood.

"I'll just be a second, Amy, I have to make a call." He walks away from the car before he starts talking, but you have no doubt that he is calling ahead to warn the park ahead that they might be receiving some unexpected concert goers. It is more than a little unnerving to see how concerned your date is about the presence of the gang. You remember his description about what the bikers were known for and wonder if 'general chaos' included running cars off the road and helping themselves to the female occupants. You can't help wonder about the women you saw riding with the gang, or where they found the prostitutes that Chris had mentioned. Luckily you don't have too much time to contemplate these unpleasant notions before he returns and settles into his seat with a confident smile.

"Sorry about that. You have my undivided attention now, I promise." With that Chris returns to the story of how he almost had to deliver a baby in one of the cabins high in the mountains, ending with a laugh that sounded only a little bit ****. "If the paramedics hadn't finally got to us there would have been another Chris in this world." He pauses and then corrects himself with a wink, "Well actually it would have been Christine; the couple sent us a picture of their girl a week or two later."

You chat a little more until, as you start the descent into yet another valley, Chris points to a cluster of buildings lit up brightly on the far side of the valley. That's where we're going. Still excited, or are you wishing we were at the hockey game?"