In The Mood

In The Mood


By Jax_Teller


Back in a time when computers, cellphones and the devices that the world revolves around today, were science fiction, life had certain benefits of living like that. The Police had two way radios but they had a limited distance. The land lines weren’t every where and often were shared by several homes often referred to as party lines. In those times being an outlaw, that is to say one who lives out side of the box, not with out morals or a code but not those of polite society was becoming more common.


I was out on the road, riding a old chopped Harley that a brother in arms had sold me. The old Harley Rat wasn’t very comfortable or polite, but was the embodiment of what I needed at that time. What it was, was freedom, I had no job at the time and was living on savings. Through my time in the Military I had put away most of my wages, hazard pay and such and dedicated myself to the life of a soldier. Now that I was out, the war – police action was over, the military had no use for me or my kind. Polite society had no use for us, even though they sent us to war they had no use for us upon returning. There wasn’t a parade for us when we return. The only acknowledgement we received was from the protesters who spat at us and called us names.


So freedom was my only mission these days. Riding from place to place, sharing the company of a lass who fancied a rough rub with the likes of me. Riding was what I lived for, what made me happy. The tension of being ridiculed for doing what I was sent to do was weighing on me and riding helped me forget. One day I rolled into a town out west and it looked like dirt water anywhere USA. I’d been to hundreds of towns that save for the name were the exact same. They all had a post office, a bar and a diner, and hardware-feed store. Most were one road in and out and some were even getting lamp posts to light their little section of pavement.