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The Biker Babe

... to work here," he said, smiling. "Sir?" she asked, not quite sure she understood him correctly. "Miss Marshall, how old are you now?" "I'll be seventeen next month, on the 8th." she said. "Well that's old enough to work here. I know you have a love of these bikes - that much is obvious to everyone. And you seem to have a pleasant personality; all the salespeople like you. So if you are interested, I could use some part-time help here stocking shelves, cleaning the floors, and general duties like that. You won't be moving bikes around or working in the warehouse - insurance regulations prohibit you from doing some jobs. But we can find enough for you to do around here to hire you part-time. That is if you are interested?" " Yes! Oh yes! I would love to work here! Oh thank you, Mr. Williams!" she said, almost unable to sit in her seat now. "Do you have a car or a way to get to work after school?" he asked. "Yes Sir, my school bus comes by here on the way home - that's how I can get here so much, I just hop off the bus out front instead of riding it all the way home," she said, looking down. "Well good. Now this job does come with one caveat - you have to keep your grades up. If your schoolwork starts to suffer because of this job, you won't be working here. Understand?" he said, sternly. "Oh yes Sir! I will keep my grades up, I promise!" she said, still bouncing in her chair. "Well, go home and have your parents call me tomorrow and we will talk about it." Leah went straight ...

... home after that and burst through the front door yelling, "Mom! Mom!" She explained what Mr. Williams had told her and she made her mother promise to call him tomorrow and work out the details. Leah began working for the local Harley shop that next week and she loved it. She was very helpful - there wasn't a single job she did that she disliked. Even cleaning the store bathroom was fine with her, so long as she was around her beloved motorcycles. And true to her word, she kept her grades up. The following year, Leah graduated from high school and began working full time at the Harley shop. She took night courses at the local trade school which just so happened to have a motorcycle repair class. She also started hanging around the shop more often, learning how to work on these machines and how to put them together. She was pretty good at it too - she had a knack for turning wrenches on a motorcycle and soon was helping the mechanics with the simpler work like tune-ups and assembly of new bikes. One day she was in the back doing some work on an old Sportster that a customer wanted to get back on the road. It was a simple, but dirty job - an oil change, lube, and tune up, and the lead mechanic had to deliver a new bike so he left her in the shop alone. She was busy working on the bike when he came in. "DING!" Leah heard the little bell at the service counter ring. She walked up front wiping her hands of the grease and as she came around the corner she saw him. He was a mountain of ...