...... the bike, a Harley Davidson and cromatissima 'stops by the roadside, separated from the sea and a long wide sandy beach. You park your Harley Davidson Low Rider black and dusty, and throw the eye towards the sea and the beach, the monumental buildings in the distance, the coast road. Although it 'normal, you make a certain impression that a place in the summer and' flooded to capacity with people, in the fall will turn into a Ghost Town. And more
'impression does this Heritage Softail Deluxe rose without a master ...... Compare
the perfect polish Heritage of LR with your black dusty, muddy, scraped at some point, with the pots a bit 'rusty .....
Walk towards the sea. Your boots sink into the sand, soft and warm and this' almost pleasant sensation.
The wind ruffles his hair long and wet air and fine droplets of salt.
- It 's your ???-- the Black Rider asks a female voice behind you. You turn around and in front of you is' a girl: blonde hair, dark eyes, Levis members and vest Harley orange / black, fabulous body.
- Yes - you say .... planted in the sand, his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans.
you do not consider you more 'and throws a glance towards the road to the Low Rider Black Heritage Rose and shiny.
- so do not take 'a Harley Davidson !!!!-- says without looking at him.
Stay a while disqualified and a sigh - A no ????--.
- NO - insists her peremptory, and in saying this will extract a large nickel-plated automatic pistol and you tip the temple.
Feel the cold barrel on your skin and you think that is exaggerated as a reaction on the part of a 'lover of order and clean.
you move the gun from your temple and fired a shot at an empty beer can left on the sand.
you calm down a moment, looking half smile left from her mouth ..... just a moment to hear another shot and an acute chest pain.
Roberto Saporito text taken from: HARLEY DAVIDSON 1998
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