Chapter Ten
The Passageway
“Who knew that a man’s thighs would be the planet’s only hope—until, that is, something better came along.”—Kate
Beryl flicked off the mirror mid movie.
“Design me something black with a tie,” she said, “like in that gangster film.”
The Voted Ins looked at her. “Jimmy Cagney?”
“What about Winston Churchill?” said the market cleaner.
Beryl nodded. “I’m talking black and large, something that makes us look muscular.”
“But we are muscular,” said Voted In One.
“A look that screams ‘a force to be reckoned with,’” said Beryl. She looked at her crew. “If we want our bikes to be taken seriously.”
They nodded.
“To save the planet.”
“Well yes.
“Then we need to look intimidating, imposing, and yet intelligent.”
The Voted In, sourcing material from old curtains
