Solar Joint Stories: The Tale of the Blood-Red Biker

A Totally 100% On-The-Level Ghost Story...

There’s a time-honored tradition in the solar joint Doc’s Oasis; the toast. Only it isn’t your normal well-wishing over a tall class of amber-colored ale. The toast is a time to tell stories. To rant, to rave, to regale. Talk of grand triumphs and complete failures. All unfiltered, and all in the company of friends. This is one of those stories.

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Best damn ride of my life, Sabina. God you’re good. I’ll catch ya later sweetheart. Alright, now who’s got my brandy?

There it is, come to Papa!

Right then, y’all been short on a few biker stories, huh? Well, nothing the M.A.D. Dog can’t fix, ‘specially with my Indian in tow.

Yeah, Chief’s running good, the three-eyed devil. Boys on Base been taking good care of my baby girl and it shows, huh?

So, what kinda story you want? Action, mystery, suspense?

Ghost story? Well shit, do I got one for you, Pal. I met Her once out on the plains. And I mean HER. Not some spooky gray lady on a fucked up Harley, I mean the Goddess Almighty. The Hellioness you hear all the old-timers raving about. We got folks in the war praying under their breaths, chantin-n-pantin like they’re in heat on the battlefield. And I got to meet Her!