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âHowâs the bike?â We were sitting in the Ponderosa Bar behind the Ponderosa Café. Actually, we were sitting at a picnic table in the alley behind the Ponderosa Bar behind the Ponderosa Café, because it was the only place where there were acouple of seats together, and we were soon to have guests. âIrreparable, I hope?â
The Bear rewrapped the gauze and Ace bandage around his hand after readjusting the nonstick pad that covered the burn heâd received from the KTM as it had attempted to squash him like a bug. âI bent a few things, but weâll be ready for tomorrow.â
âWhy?â
Exasperated, which I could tell only from a slight change in the angle of his head, he turned and looked at me. âYou act as if I am the only one who does crazy things.â
âName one crazy thing I do.â
âIt is pinned to your shirt.â
I sipped my Rainier. âActually, itâs in a natty leather wallet in my pocket.â
âYou know what I mean.â
It was a velvety evening in the Black Hills, and the slight breeze carried the scent of the pines and the clear high-country airâor maybe it was the lumberyard on the other side of the river. âThatâs different; itâs my job.â
He raised an eyebrow and savored his Snowden cabernet. âWhy is that different? I am thinking it might actually be worse.â
âWhy?â
âMine is driven by passion, yours by wages.â
I gave him the eyebrow back. âCivic duty, if you please.â
âEven worseâinsanity as a duty?â
âThe insane part of my work is accidental, an improvisational by-product, whereas you are actually courting crazy.â
âNot true. I am, like you, participating in actions which may or may not lead to certain results which you deem as crazy.â
âNo, you choose to do these things.â
He gestured with the wineglass. âAnd you did not choose to wear that badge in the natty leather wallet?â
I considered it and then raised my bottle in a toast as he joined me. âTouché.â
âWhat are you guys toasting?â
I looked up at the smiling man with the blue sweatshirt and mop of silver hair. âWell, if it isnât No Go Novo.â I scooted over and made room for the traffic expert for the Division of Criminal Investigation. He sat, and I noticed that heâd already fortified himself with a beer from the bar, a prudent action seeing as how we hadnât spotted a waitress in twenty minutes.
The investigator glanced around, pushing the hair from his face. âKind of crowded around here.â
ââTis the season.â
Mike nodded to Henry. âYou make your time trial over in Sturgis?â
The Bear smiled. âNine-tenths of it.â
âUh oh.â
I shrugged. âHeâs in the front third.â
Mike seemed impressed. âWell, that means they think youâll actually make it; the guys they throw in the back third are doomed.â
Henry nodded. âI know, I have been there.â
âWhat time is the race tomorrow?â
âEight.â
âIn the morning?â He drank from his beer. âIâm not through throwing up by then.â
Spotting a waitress rounding one of the other tables, I flagged her down and turned back to my comrades. âIâm getting another; you guys want something?â Agreeing that we might not have another opportunity, I ordered a double round and then turned back to Mike. âDid you have a look at Bodawayâs bike?â
âNo, but I saw the incident location.â
âAnd?â
He took a couple of sips of his beer, encouraged by the hope of another. âIt rained, of course, and thereâs been no end of traffic on that roadââ
âYeah, yeah, yeah.â
He smiled. âThere are about three different types of gyroscopic instability on a motorcycle. The ones that happen
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