Who: Tabbart Crumb and his amazing motorbike and Samantha Mutler What: Tab's gonna be cool! When: September 10, early evening. Where: In front of Tab's mess of a trailer. Status: Complete Rating: Low.
Tab had been gone most of the day. Scavenging during the day was usually something he did not do. But he had been inspired this morning and fairly sober. The sun was far too bright and he had worn his old driving goggles out and about for his daily errands.
He never took a mode of transportation when he went rummaging around. If he needed to get something big back to the carnival he would usually "borrow" a truck and that would be that. However, that was becoming tiresome. And it was much too much trouble for the Gremlin to wheel his cobbled together rig out of the ground all the time. And so he had decided.
He needed a motorbike.
It couldn't be one of those pocket rocket, none sense things. It had to be special. It had to be able to carry himself and whatever trinkets he got and also classic. And, my, but the Gremlin Gods were kind that day. His luck had led him to a dilapidated farm house where a little old woman, sold her deceased husbands BMW 1940's motorbike with sidecar. It was rusty in spots and needed massive repairs as it didn't run any more. But Tab grinned all the more as he was able to get the thing for a steal. He would make it run.
After all he was a gremlin.
Though he was starting to have his doubts about this venture when he realized he would have to push the thing, all alone, back to the carnival. This was not an easy task. The thing was heavy and it was a fairly warm day. It also didn't help that the Gremlin always wore a suit jacket and hat. And always had that damn cigarette hanging out of his mouth, puffing along like a choo-choo train as he worked his way back home.
When he finally made it back he was a mess. Sweat dripping down his face, bright blue shirt soaked with his own sweat and suit jacket, a bright yellow tossed on the bike he was now pushing toward his camp.
"It'll be worth it, it'll be worth it..." He kept telling himself. But somehow the mantra wasn't having the desired effect and he was dog tired as he finally stopped and nearly collapsed against the bike, panting.