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So far the ride was going as planned, that is, until Leroy decided that his motorcycle needed some attention.

"I need to get some oil for my bike. There's a place just down the road. Follow me, I know a short cut."

"Sounds Good. Lead the way", chirped the ever obliging Salty."

Hmmmm, a short cut...sounds like a recipe for disaster."  Jessie grumbled to herself as she fired up her flamed out custom.

Buck was feeling no less uncertain, "Uh, oh. I've heard about Leroy's shortcuts" he thought as he reluctantly took up position at the rear of the pack.

Leroy had never been one to know where he was going, never mind know how to get there.

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