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The older couple sat on their porch and watched the young people drive by on the main drag of the small town that they lived in.
"George, dear?" the woman asked.
He grumbled and put down the newspaper. "Yes, Meredith?"
The start of a large group of bikers began to drive by.
"Sorry?" George asked. "What'd you say?"
"Turn up your hearing aid," Meredith said. "I said, there are so many of those young people nowadays, riding those dangerous motorcycles, aren't there?"
"All I heard was engines," George said with his usual gruffiness. "It makes them feel like they're part of something, and it's a helluva lot cleaner and safer than those boys who like to paint my fence in their own demented style."
"Yes, but George-" Meredith stopped speaking as she watched as a pink tailed mermaid rode by, holding her arms tightly around the back of a larger man who was driving a Harley-Davidson 1947 Knucklehead. She sat with her flukes sidesaddle, keeping her fins above the exhaust and across the fender. Both riders wore black leather above the waist, while the man wore leather below it also. The pink tailed mermaid also wore a pink scarf that trailed behind her in the wind.
"George! It's a- it's a - look!"
"It's just another girl who decided to take the borders of fantasy too far, dear, I know," George muttered. "She's thrown her life away and taken that plastic surgery beyond the-"
"No, George! She was- I mean, is a-"
"Perhaps it's time we discussed your meds with Dr. Stone, dear." He readjusted his paper and turned down his hearing aid. "I'll give him a call after lunch."

Description
#rebel

The older couple sat on their porch and watched the young people drive by on the main drag of the small town that they lived in.
"George, dear?" the woman asked.
He grumbled and put down the newspaper. "Yes, Meredith?"
The start of a large group of bikers began to drive by.
"Sorry?" George asked. "What'd you say?"
"Turn up your hearing aid," Meredith said. "I said, there are so many of those young people nowadays, riding those dangerous motorcycles, aren't there?"
"All I heard was engines," George said with his usual gruffiness. "It makes them feel like they're part of something, and it's a helluva lot cleaner and safer than those boys who like to paint my fence in their own demented style."
"Yes, but George-" Meredith stopped speaking as she watched as a pink tailed mermaid rode by, holding her arms tightly around the back of a larger man who was driving a Harley-Davidson 1947 Knucklehead. She sat with her flukes sidesaddle, keeping her fins above the exhaust and across the fender. Both riders wore black leather above the waist, while the man wore leather below it also. The pink tailed mermaid also wore a pink scarf that trailed behind her in the wind.
"George! It's a- it's a - look!"
"It's just another girl who decided to take the borders of fantasy too far, dear, I know," George muttered. "She's thrown her life away and taken that plastic surgery beyond the-"
"No, George! She was- I mean, is a-"
"Perhaps it's time we discussed your meds with Dr. Stone, dear." He readjusted his paper and turned down his hearing aid. "I'll give him a call after lunch."