Ziggy
By Larkin
I can’t believe, I got it working.
After weeks of tearing the whole engine apart and going to the library and looking in manuals and putting it all back together, I actually got the old Yamaha working.
Hearing the two cylinder engine pop, smoke and bang was so thrilling.
I had an incredible sense of accomplishment.I remember when Mr. Huff said, “Ziggy, I don’t care what you do with it, just get it out of here.”
I so was full of excitement when I pushed it home. I put it in the garage and spent days and days working on it. The old Yamaha had sat in Mr. Huff’s garage for more than fifteen years. It was only the dry California climate that kept it from becoming a total rust bucket.
At night I lay in bed and imagined riding my perfectly cool rebuilt yellow Yamaha motorcycle.
The idea was so thrilling that I could hardly believe it. My sixteenth birthday was tomorrow and I was going to skip school just so’s I could go get my drivers permit.
It wasn’t a real driver’s license but it was real enough to ride my motor cycle to school and for the moment that’s all that mattered in the world.My yellow Yamaha occupied all my thoughts.
Lying in bed, I imagined my new world. I slipped my hand down into my underwear just to keep myself company.In my mind, I imagined the first day I could drive it to school.
I would roar down Pico and turn at Lincoln and pull into the student’s parking area like some kind of dangerous outlaw.
I would act cool and serious and girls would see me and get all excited because I had suddenly become something special.My room was dark and I stroked myself to intensify my fantasy.
Girls would crowd around me but I would act cool and uninterested. This was my chance to play hard to get and watch them beg to be my friend.I thought to myself, “I have come so far in such a short time.”
I would still turn them down because I was interested in Peyton.
She had big tits and she went down for all different guys. Tom said that she sucked his cock.Like Samuel L. Jackson in “Pulp Fiction”, I would walk up to her and say, “Be cool, Honey Bunny.”
She would say, “Ziggy, I love your new motor cycle, please let me suck your big cock.”
It wasn’t that big, but in my fantasy, I made believe it is.
I stroked harder and thought, “My life is going to be so different.”
She is so sexy. Peyton would say, “Take me somewhere on your yellow Yamaha where we can be alone and then I will suck your cock.”
She would climb on the back and put her arms around my waist. I would roar passed the front of the school so everyone could see us.
They would all be saying, “That’s Ziggy on his new motorcycle and Peyton is with him. Oh man is going to get his cock sucked, big time!”
Suddenly I came all over my belly and then,….drifted off to sleep.
The Big DayStart, God Damn it! Motherfucker!
Finally it turned over into a flooding and fragile idle.
Carefully I added gas and, Bang!
It stalled again.
To make matters worse I was broke down on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway during morning rush hour.People in the passing cars were probably saying, “Look at that stupid jerk and that sorry ass old bike.”
Finally I got it going and headed towards school. I prepared to make my entrance but I was now in a state of nervous agitation and it was putting my grandiose plan in serious jeopardy.
Thankfully it didn’t stall until I pulled it up onto its kickstand.
Three of my friends were there waiting to sign off on my new transportation.They where the kind of friends that you couldn’t get rid of unless you murdered them in cold blood and even then they might come back from the dead.
Ira was short, Glenn was overweight and Peter was very tall and unnaturally skinny.Glenn was the first to speak up. “Where’d you get that, a museum?”
My big day is already ruined. No fan fair for my big entrance, no girls and the first thing I get is an insult.
I looked angrily at Glenn. “I don’t see you rolling in here on anything except your lard ass.”
I immediately was sorry for saying that but I felt like I had to get him back.
On my way to my first class, I ran right into Peyton.
I looked at her, smiled then I said my line, “Be cool, Honey Bunny.”
She frowned at me and said, “Be cool yourself, dipshit.”
Then she hurried passed me.
My life is totally over!
Ira, Peter and Glenn came up to me unaware of the embarrassing put down I got from Peyton.
Ira spoke up, “Ziggy, we are all going to see “Lord of the Rings” in costume, are you coming?”
I looked at them, sighed in resignation and said, “What time do we have to show up?”