[mr64magic]

Then almost as if it was an ecplipse the sun was gone. I looked over to see what had blocked the sun light. It was the biggest damn Mf of a guy I'd ever seen. He stood about 7 or 8 feet tall I swear. He was huge it was like a white incedible Hulk. He was so big he just blocked out the sun and cast a shadow what seemed a mile long. To the side of him I could see outta the corner of my eye a sliver 63. I knew exactly who it was.....It was BIG HARLEY. He grabbed custom right up off the ground like the big machines and the junk car yards that load the cars into the crusher. His hand seemed to wrap all the way around customs body as the fingers were almost touching each other. He raised him and walked off as he was yelling at him somthing about Scaming people nad something about some guys at LAYITLOW that were lookinbg to kick his ass after he was finished kicking his ass. That was the last anyone had ever heard of Custom. I learned that day to never cross the man known as Big Harley. It was getting late and I had to be getting back. I was thankful the entire way home that Harley didn't know the bike I had a wasn't mine. Or I would have gotten a close up look at his fist and boots. We had chili dogs for dinner for some strange reason I didn't feel like eating mine. I fell asleep with surprizing great ease but it was short only to be suddenly woken up a few hours later in the middle of the night by...........