Hi. I'm Julie. I'm twenty, blonde, reasonable intelligent, fit and friendly. A bit of an extrovert, you might say. I have a boyfriend and I will admit to being sexually active.
Not very active, though. As far as I'm concerned sex was one of those things I could take or leave, and preferable leave, but the boyfriend tends to get all excited over it so what can you do?
I have a car. Only a little one but it gets me where I want to go and that's what counts.
Anyway, I'm writing this as a sort of therapy for a little incident that happened to me a little while ago. What happened was this. . .
Julie was driving through the countryside. She'd been out exploring, looking for little out of the way places. Places that the tourists usually ignored. You could often find interesting stuff in old fashioned shops.
Cruising along the highway with the radio going she didn't hear the bikes. Bushes along the side of the road also prevented her seeing them. She'd just passed a sign warning of a hidden road when the four bikes came charging out of the side road, right in front of her.
Knowing that she had the right of way didn't really help much. The bikes were there, rightly or wrongly, and it was a case of action first, careful consideration later. Julie hit the brakes and swerved towards the side of the road. She skidded, slowing, and missed the bikes, but found that she was grounded. One wheel had gone into a ditch and the car was bottomed out. She was stuck.
Julie looked at the bikies who had pulled over and thoughtfully locked her door. They looked big and mean from where she sat, all black leather and studs. The accident wasn't her fault, but she had no intention of arguing the point.
The bikies stopped and surveyed the car and occupant. An indication to the occupant that she should get out was ignored. Understandable. They were used to that sort of discrimination, shameful though it was.
They looked over the damage. To Julie's surprise the four bikies gathered around where the car was grounded in the ditch. Then she found her little vehicle being lifted at the corner and moved back onto the road.
Three of the bikes move back a bit and the fourth came over and wrapped on the window. Julie let it down a bit.
"I say. We're terribly sorry for this. The accident was entirely our fault. Can't apologise enough. We are insured though. We'll need to exchange insurance details. I think you'll find your car is drivable, but you really should hop out and have a look at the damage."
Julie felt a sense of relief. They weren't mad at her. They actually admitted that they were at fault and apologised. Hesitantly, she got out the car and moved around to look at the damage. There wasn't much damage that she could see. A bit of a dent on the passenger's front panel and that was it.
The bikie who had spoken to her now offered her a card.
"My insurance details," he told her. "We won't require yours as there's no damage to our bikes. OK?"
"Ah, yes, OK. Thank you for your assistance."
"Least we could do seeing that we were at fault. Now we'll just finish off and be on our way."
