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pulled out of the parking lot and turned around to the exit. “So we’re car shopping?”
    “Even better. There’s a Harley dealer right next to the Honda dealer. You’ll see the signs.”
    No! “O-kay. That’s a surprise.”
    “Why? I told you yesterday I wanted a pink Harley.”
    “Yes, but I didn’t suppose I was the one taking you. Do you think…” She stopped herself. She was thinking they should check in with Ryan first, but she didn’t want to make Maggie angry. “Do you think you’ll just be looking, or do you intend to buy today?” Liz asked smoothly. “With big purchases, it’s usually wise to shop around.”
    She pulled onto the highway. Maybe she could convince Maggie to sit on a couple of bikes and then go home, where Ryan could talk her out of buying one.
    “Oh, I’m buying,” Maggie said. “I don’t have time for lookie-loos.” She pulled a check out of her purse with a flourish. “I’ve got my insurance money. I’m just gonna leave that messed-up Toyota at the body shop. Maybe they can use it for parts.”
    Liz swallowed hard. “But aren’t they fixing it?”
    “I called and told them not to.”
    No, no, no!
     

Chapter Five
    By the time Liz parked at the Harley dealer, she still hadn’t figured a way out of this. It couldn’t be good for a woman in her seventies to ride a motorcycle. It was dangerous, plain and simple.
    A semi-threatening-looking salesman built like a linebacker, with a shiny bald head and grizzly gray mustache and soul patch, approached. Liz grabbed Maggie’s hand. “I don’t know about this.”
    Maggie squeezed her hand. “It’s fine. I’ll do all the talking.”
    “Hello, ladies, what can I help you with today?” His short-sleeve Harley Davidson shirt said his name was Mike.
    “I’m looking to buy a hog,” Maggie said. “Can you show us your best bikes?”
    “Right this way.” He gestured for them to follow. An eagle with the Harley Davidson logo was tattooed on the back of his beefy neck.
    Liz whispered fiercely, “Motorcycles are not as safe as cars. Your body is completely exposed.”
    Maggie patted her arm. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll wear a helmet.”
    “But that’s not the…” She trailed off as Maggie hurried ahead to a pair of red and green metallic chrome bikes “…point,” she said to no one.
    Maggie climbed on top of the red bike and handed Liz her cell. “Here, take my picture.”
    Liz stood in front of the bike and snapped a picture of Maggie grinning widely, then took one from the side of Maggie gripping the handlebars.
    “Let’s get one on the green bike now,” Maggie said.
    Liz took a few more pictures. Same pose, different color bike.
    “I’ll post it on Facebook later,” Maggie said. “Boy, will my friends be surprised.”
    As will Ryan . She’d lose her job if Maggie left here on a motorcycle. She had to find a way to stop this disaster. But Maggie was like a rock rolling merrily downhill, picking up speed and strength, heading for an inevitable crash.
    They moved on to an oversized monstrosity of black leather and chrome that looked like it’d kill her if it tipped over on her.
    “What about this one?” Maggie asked.
    “That’s Fat Bob,” Mike said, rubbing his soul patch. “Lot of power in Fat Bob, not sure if a rookie can handle it.”
    This didn’t sway Maggie a bit. “Help me get on Bob.”
    Mike boosted Maggie up to straddle the seat. Maggie posed while Liz dutifully took the photo.
    Maggie patted the bike. “You’re not fat, you just got a little meat on your bones. Mike, how fast can we go on this chubby hog?”
    Liz grimaced and glanced around. Thank goodness we’re the only ones in the showroom.
    “How fast you wanna go?” Mike asked with a grin. “Let me tell you something about Fat Bob. You’ve got the Twin Cam one-oh-three engine, six-speed cruise drive. An experienced driver can have a lot of fun cruising with this chopper on the open road. You planning on taking any long road