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.
“Sounds ideal.” He nodded and went to open up the garage to see his bike resting on its kickstand. He filled it up with gas just to be safe and rolled it out of the small building and into the street. He also checked himself to fill in his wings and apply his leather jacket, helmet and shades. “Ready?”
By the time the gargoyle had suited up and retrieved his ride, Chip was waiting on his motorcycle. “Ready. Let’s roll!” He switched on the ignition and his trusty bike growled to life again.
The gargoyle grinned and started his own vehicle to then begin driving down the road with the wolf man by his side. Since this was nothing fast paced, the gargoyle predicted that he would enjoy this smooth ride more than the race yesterday not that there was anything wrong with that of course.
There were few things Chip enjoyed more than a pleasant nighttime ride on his bike, accompanied by a good friend. The night air was cool and still, and the dark sky was clear enough to make out a few stars amongst the bright lights of yhe Big Apple.
It wouldn’t be New York if it didn’t have crime like up ahead of them as a young teenager was being harassed by what looks like a gang. Brooklyn managed to see tgis while driving and cocked his head towards the scene. “Wanna take care of that?”
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