Louisiana Auntie

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Louisiana Auntie



It had been a good run -- over Lolo Pass into Montana, then over Beartooth Pass into Wyoming, then and out over the Bighorns onto the High Plains. The bike, with the heads I had to have rebuilt that spring because I had screwed up and timed them 180 out, ran sweet and cool – but in a campground at Springfield, Missouri, I hurried an oil change and stripped out the threads for the filter basket.

"Damn, " I said to the Redhead, who sat on a picnic table watching me.

"What now," she asked gently.


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