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100 WFC: 911 Call by Rhys

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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC 911 Call by Rhys At work, I received a 911 text from my wife. I tried calling, no answer. I alerted my boss, grabbed my leather and ran to my old Road King. Fired up, I blasted down the road for the 20-mile ride to the house. Weaving in and out of traffic and pushing the limits I flew home. Sliding to a stop I bolted through the front door. My wife trembling, pointed to the stairway. The puppy, his head sticking between the banister supports. I scrambled to free the little guy. To show his gratitude he peed. Riding back, had to laugh. I’ll take those 911 calls anytime. * * * Know past winners and read all entries ever published by visiting: https://www.bikernet.com/pages/100_Word_Fiction_Contest.aspx All you gotta do is subscribe to Bikernet’s free weekly newsletter and send in your entry to wayfarer@bikernet.com

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Grand Road Trip of Graeme Lowen

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Excerpts of Travelogue, Riding in the USA Graeme explores the States as changing roads and places bring new adventures in differing weather, and happy company. Text and Photos by Graeme Lowen After last night’s fiasco trying to find camera and getting back to the motel, I did some more work with google and found a Walmart only 10 miles or so away that sells cameras. The stop at the gas station and its method of pre-pay was quite a novel experience. I was instructed by the young female assistant to put the cash into the machine , as much as I needed, hit enter and out came a receipt for the amount as well as a code number. I went out and filled the bike up and went back to get my change. Read this wonderful “view” of USA from a tourist’s perspective – only at Bikernet.com * * * * * * * * * * * * READ MORE TRAVELOGUES ON BIKERNET.COM — have a look at: https://www.bikernet.com/pages/travel_stories.aspx  

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100 WFC: Hilary by Gearhead

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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Hilary by Gearhead We rode from Northern Cal. The rain came down in buckets. I pulled off under the redwoods in Big Sur. My wife crawled into the back seat of a car. I threw a sleeping bag on the ground under a leaking makeshift lean-to. It didn’t stop. The fog threatened like a dense cloud of gray paint, and my wife said, “It won’t stop until late afternoon.” We had to ride. We packed up and pull out in the rain moments before the murkiness engulfed the highway. We fought downpours, the cloud of doom, wrecked cars, 18-wheelers, dead animals and limited vision until we caught the glimmer of Santa Barbara just before nightfall. We slipped the veil of death once more. * * * * * * * * Yup, its a weekly contest open to all. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email us your 100 word limit fiction to bandit@bikernet.com

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100 WFC: Too Many Dive Bars and Bar Fights

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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Too Many Dive Bars and Bar Fights by Bandit Little Sport threw a scrawny leg over his ‘69 XLCH. He kicked hard, a Tillotson carb set him free from the bullies inside. Fuming he rode through, Sundance, Wyoming, like his leather seat caught fire, to a destitute trailer park. In shambles, he tore the screen door off the hinges scrambling inside for a loaded snub-nosed .38. His crack-whore wife gone, Sport snatched the pistol, revenge blistering his busted lips. Everything on the line he headed out when he heard, “Dad!” His small son ran to his side. “Don’t go,” he held tight to his thigh and looked up with terrified crystal blue eyes… * * * * * * * * Yup, its a weekly contest open to all. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email us your 100 word limit fiction to the editor wayfarer@bikernet.com

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