Johnny Walker
John slipped on his helmet and all at once felt invincible and incredibly bad ass. Completely in black he couldn’t decide whether he liked the ninja or Batman imagery better. But once he had saddled his bike and set off down the unpaved small town road that ran a couple miles from his house, he was completely engrossed in driving and any ego stroking was pushed aside. He loved riding his motorcycle down the country roads where nothing could stop him from focusing completely on the world around him. He loved nothing more than driving in the wind and feeling the speed. He loved every minute of it.
He almost missed his stop, he was so engrossed in that ecstatic feeling. He had to turn around to drive his bike into the driveway of the general store. He stopped his bike and took off his helmet, self consciously ruffling his hair in case it had gotten flat. The gravel drive crunched under his feet as he walked toward the store.
“Hello, Johnny,” Mr. Perry said from the counter. “What can I get ya?”
“Hi Mr. Perry,” John said. “My mom needs a pound of potting soil, two pounds of flour and a half pound of sugar.”
Mr. Perry smiled and went around his store getting the items. John rocked back and forth on his heels, surveying the merchandise that remained the same every time he ran an errand for his mother. As Mr. Perry returned, he pulled money out of his pocket and paid.
Struggling just slightly with the weight of the groceries, but hiding it as best he could, he walked back to his beloved motorcycle, put the groceries in a crate tied to the back and then put on his helmet. The confidence—the cockiness—returned and he revved up the engine just to hear the noise before speeding off down the road. Mr. Mason smiled and shook his head as he watched John ride away.
Author’s comments on post 360: Just a small note to start out: I did a little research to find out whether Johnny Walker was a real person in case that was why the name was rolling off my tongue so naturally. I found out it was type of liquor. I did not know this fact previously, so I am not referencing the alcoholic beverage (FYI).
I really like this character who rides a motorcycle, but isn’t quite the "bad boy" image that we expect. I came up with him on my ride today but didn’t quite have a context. I’m pleased with this one and quite happy with the setting that this boy, Johnny of course, lives in.
In other news: I will continue The Wanderers, but I needed a small break. I will also post the story in its intirety as a seperate page so that it is easier to read the whole thing rather than finding all the parts to get the story. This will also free me from keeping The Wanderers posts in succession. This has become a very long note, so I will say au revoir and I’ll have more tomorrow.
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