More Wild Road Tales

MIDNIGHT RIDER--DAGO FOG RUN 1969 FOR HER Young Sailor on a new XLCH Sportster By K. Randall Ball She called. Her voice was like the petal of a rose on a violin string, so soft and tender. It always touched my heart. I was just 120 miles away in the San Diego Naval shipyard aboard the USS Saint Paul, a heavy cruiser. Read the full story

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Travis V: The Delivery Life is all about Choices By Uncle Monkey with photos by Colleen Swartz Travis enters another level in his relationship with the shop, the girls, and local dealers. Read the full story

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Travis IV The Shop Shipment and Candy By Uncle Monkey with Elvis image from the Bob T. Collection Travis continues on a journey. He meets a girl and finds a job, but there's a twist. Read the full story

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TITTIES, TRAVEL AND TIME Methods of the Drifter Scooter Tramp Scotty scooter tramp, route 66, scotty kerekes, panhead billy Read the full story

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Slugfest by K. Randall Ball 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 the litter-infested curb in front of the hick bar in the backwater town o... Read the full story

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Can't Put Two Redheads In The Same Swimming Pool by K. Randall Ball Jake woke with a prison-cell start and rolled toward Jennifer. Her naked body, covered partially by a thin sheet and tumbles of dense auburn hair, shimmered with youthfulness and seduction. Her shape was a perfect hourglass turned on its side. She did something with time that was distant to him. He couldn't figure her out. Trying to slip out of bed without waking her wasn't successful. She moaned ... Read the full story

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Two-Wheeled Love Part Two Fiction by K. Randall Ball ... they jumped in the cab of Bobby's pickup, and peeled out of the lot and onto the coast highway, heading south. There was only one road to travel from town to town in the redwood region. The winding Pacific Coast Highway skirted along the sheer precipices high above the jagged, coastal landscape. Below, the pounding waves battered sharp, rugged rocks. Charlie was wound up to begin ... Read the full story

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Two-Wheeled Love Part One Fiction by K. Randall Ball Stormin' Norman slammed his mug on the bar. "Fuckin' bitch!" he yelled, tossing the thick, empty beer glass against the mirror behind the bar. Both shattered instantly. Exploding shards of glass blanketed the bar, bartender, and barmaid. Norman was big and burly. Some called him Bear. He wore a fringed leather jacket with strips of Indian beads sewn on the shoulders like military strip... Read the full story

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