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.
This was still kind of breathtaking to see since he has never seen a machine like this could fly. This couldn’t last though since he needed to get to the garage. “There’s a clear spot right there. We should land right around there that would get us to the garage.” He started looked at the controls on the bike.
“How do we land this thing?”
“Hold on, I got you covered.” Chip reached over Brooklyn’s shoulder again and pulled a lever on the opposite side from the one that released the glider sail. The glider’s angle adjusted and the bike dipped forward, swooping steadily downward towards the empty clearing on the ground. Just before they touched back down to earth, the wolf pulled the lever back, straightening them out as the bike’s tyres landed on the pavement with a soft thud.
“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 clesr, 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.
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