Two Wheeled Tales

This story is true. The names and exact locations have been changed to protect the innocent—or guilty—depending upon your personal ideas of justice. It must be considered that this event took place in 1979…things were different then.It was springtime and the sky was deep blue and cloudless as the Superglide pounded its fateful rhythm against […]

Illustration by Chris Kallas.The judge banged the gavel and ordered the bailiff to shove in the next bunch of misfits. I faced 10 years for an accident deemed involuntary manslaughter along with perjury for claiming the girl wasn’t riding with me. She was riding with me.I had hoped to avoid trouble for her but Sheriff

Last year at this time I was pretty much doing the same thing I am now. Working every day trying to balance the bills, the family, the gym, writing, and getting in the occasional joy ride rather than just commuting back and forth to and from work. I really had no idea I would be

Ace sat at a booth near the back of the bar and sipped his beer. The Midnite Club, a private club in the French quarter of New Orleans, was where he liked to go when he had to lay low. Right now, Ace was laying lower than a snake’s belly, at least until the heat

Slender ChancePart Two Fiction by A. Carney Allen Under escort a weary, begrimed figure was shown into the presence of General Vamero at the San Luis barracks. “From Las Palmas,” gasped Terry Devine, and handed across Don Isidore Pancha’s signed order. “Rebels-President-help–“ Minutes later General Vamero was preparing to lead a body of something like

Sticky shards of beer bottle splashed against his face as Harrison rolled in the soiled sawdust to escape a worn, pointed cowboy boot. His troubled mind whirled. What was he doing diving towards the cigarette butt-strewn deck of the cowboy bar anyway? Less than a half hour before he pulled his ’78 Shovelhead up to