It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“That had literally got to be one of the coolest things I have seen in this century.” The gargoyle said after the landing and drive up to the garage on the deserted street. When the coast was clear, he turned off the bike and got off of it to then open up the garage door. Inside there would be a partially assembled bike in the middle that was obvious it had a long way to go before it was rideable.
Once the gargoyle got off the bike, Chip pulled the lever back and the glider automatically folded up and retracted into it’s storage space. He kicked up the bike stand and climbed off to get a closer look at the work-in-progress. “Building a new one from scratch, huh?” The canine walked closer to the unfinished construction, examining it from all sides.
The gargoyle nodded. “Just trying to replicate what I saw my brother do a few months or so back.” He sat the bag of supplies down and opened it to show off the parts he had collected. “You think you could help me with this, chip?”
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