Post by Victor on Mar 9, 2022 21:49:05 GMT -8
"Thought you said we shouldn't be talking 'bout work- or do jobs past not count?"
The callout was facetious. Victor leaned forward on an arm, jostling the table a little as he grinned.
"The first of them I met way back in my sophomore days. That's highschool, not collage. I had fallen in with him just as a friend first. Both of us had a thing for motorcycles at the time and his cousin had a shop he'd let us hang around in. I suppose I always knew something was shady with the business, but I was a teenager who was being let loose around bikes worth more than my kidneys, so I wasn't about to go asking too many questions."
He shrugged. The table he was still leaning on shuddered in response.
"Josh- my friend- got his bike license before I did. He and his cousin taught me the summer after we graduated. It was only a week after I got mine that he invited me down to the shop asking me if I wanted to joyride a vintage Harley in the name of ferrying it to a client a few towns over. I'd like to think I knew that was shady too. I think I did. But I know I didn't say anything but yes at the time. Five runs later and I was let in on the truth officially. The rest is history."
His voice trailed off, punctuated by a raising of brows and a humorless tight-lipped smile. There was a pause before he leveled his eyes to Blaze's
"You know, I'd like to say I could imagine but I'm not sure I can. My whole crew were guys. Not everyone I worked with, but everyone in my own circle. Wasn't like we turned down any women, they just weren't ever there. I always supposed they were out there making better decisions than us... Can believe that it wouldn't be easy though. I know some of the crew would likely have gotten weird if a woman had gotten involved. Not harassing, least I don't think so. Just these were the kind of folks who'd tell you to never hit a lady 'cause it just ain't right, and I don't know that they would know what to do if one was in a group they otherwise considered rough and tumble. Some would get uncomfortable quick, that's for sure."
The callout was facetious. Victor leaned forward on an arm, jostling the table a little as he grinned.
"The first of them I met way back in my sophomore days. That's highschool, not collage. I had fallen in with him just as a friend first. Both of us had a thing for motorcycles at the time and his cousin had a shop he'd let us hang around in. I suppose I always knew something was shady with the business, but I was a teenager who was being let loose around bikes worth more than my kidneys, so I wasn't about to go asking too many questions."
He shrugged. The table he was still leaning on shuddered in response.
"Josh- my friend- got his bike license before I did. He and his cousin taught me the summer after we graduated. It was only a week after I got mine that he invited me down to the shop asking me if I wanted to joyride a vintage Harley in the name of ferrying it to a client a few towns over. I'd like to think I knew that was shady too. I think I did. But I know I didn't say anything but yes at the time. Five runs later and I was let in on the truth officially. The rest is history."
His voice trailed off, punctuated by a raising of brows and a humorless tight-lipped smile. There was a pause before he leveled his eyes to Blaze's
"You know, I'd like to say I could imagine but I'm not sure I can. My whole crew were guys. Not everyone I worked with, but everyone in my own circle. Wasn't like we turned down any women, they just weren't ever there. I always supposed they were out there making better decisions than us... Can believe that it wouldn't be easy though. I know some of the crew would likely have gotten weird if a woman had gotten involved. Not harassing, least I don't think so. Just these were the kind of folks who'd tell you to never hit a lady 'cause it just ain't right, and I don't know that they would know what to do if one was in a group they otherwise considered rough and tumble. Some would get uncomfortable quick, that's for sure."