Wild Nothing CH1

CH1
It was a sweet ride. Black paint, matte finish, gun metal trimmings no chrome anywhere. Gorgeous. With a 1500cc engine the Ducati X1500L was technically not even road legal in this state, and for good reason, and with the smaller frame and tight turn radius made this the most agile, quick, powerful, most devastatingly fast unstable but tantalizingly sexy dangerous bikes on the market. Even with the dense Atlanta traffic and totally cringe-in-fear worthy fleet of Chevy 1250 turbo 2015 armored speed cruisers that the Atlanta PD had monitoring the highway, in a chase situation the driver of this bike would be there one moment and a few moments later, gone, after the banshee scream of the engine erupted and faded into the distance.

The Thief wondered if the owner knew just how fast a ride this was, despite the estimable $89,000 price tag. At this point it hardly mattered. In a few minutes, the Thief thought, it would be his. With the practiced art and training of a true professional, he lived the bike onto a rack with wheels. As he rolled the bike out of the outdoor concrete stairwell corridor, he gave a thought to the likelihood of someone hearing him when the rig clanked off the curb of the apartment complex onto the driveway. Most people never even pay mind to the sounds happening outside their apartment. They hear the everyday noise and it enters their perception but leaves unnoticed, unregistered. Even a paranoid Beta male, upon hearing a noise and associating his brand new ride and becoming apprehensive, or anyone for that matter, would tend to momentarily deliberate action before making to move outdoors to investigate. In any case, then the Thief would be gone.

The Thief rolled the Ducati in its rig specially designed and hand made pneumonic tracks of the ramp of his wide cab pick up truck, closed the tailgate with a satisfying clap, and got into the drivers seat, started up the engine, and drove away. In less than an hour he will have dropped off the bike at a fence, the Marcatti family who was big enough to handle this kind of score, but not too big that the Thief had no interests in direct or indirect dealings with their business associations. There were some entities in life that were just too big to deal with, and in his professional opinion, some syndicates which were more trouble than they were worth. A nice finders fee and delivery fee and the freelance thief would be out of the picture. He was home free.