A Tasty Resupply

Your message sent me hurrying right back from the coffee table, sliding down the chair leg and trotting into the garage diorama. You truly know how to treat a girl! Right beside my stacked survival manuals sat a miniature cardboard fry-box piled high with golden, crispy nuggets, next to a chilled green bottle of beer. I pulled over the tiny wooden mechanics stool and took a seat with a delighted sigh. Picking up a warm nugget with both hands, I took a big, savory bite before cracking open the bottle with a flick against the workbench edge. Getting back to work around my Harley and gear never tasted so good.