Ronnie Ray told the Nashville feller he’d take the truck and let the buyer ride the Harley Davidson on over to the guy’s bank for the cash, and to sign the papers as the guy’s girlfriend pulled away from the trailer house in her shiny new Mustang.
He got to the bank and, after ten minutes, Ronnie Ray kinda chuckled that he’d have taken the long way, too, and hot-rodded the bike around town a little bit.
When 40 minutes had went by, it wuddn't a chucklin' matter as it occurred to Ronnie Ray somethin' was terrible wrong and wondered if that guy, ‘Rick,’ hadn’t ridden into the next county whoopin’ it up on the $29,000 motorcycle or piled it up somewhere outta the sirenses earshot.
Two hours passed and now Ronnie Ray blubbered whilst explainin’ to the sheriff just how he hadn’t seen his bike since this nice-enough 'Rick' and him had left the house, swearin' and moanin' the bike was prolly across the county line, underestimating the speed of the pickup and enclosed trailer that was through Chattanooga and already across the Tennessee line, headin’ South.
If he’d a knowed that girl’s Mustang was rented at the Knoxville airport---cuz it never occurred to him or the sheriff she done that--Ronnie Ray thought he mighta got somewhere with the law finding his bike and all although, as it turns out, he really wouldna.
Worser still, Ronnie Ray cancelled the insurance to save money onced he run the Craigslist/Nashville ad knowin' the bike would go fast and so, now, Ronnie Ray was exactly nowhere facin' 46 more payments of $453 a month on a ride that was gonna be chopped and cruising Florida’s coast before month’s end and iddn't that some shit?
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