From the Desk of Doctor Korde Springfield


Left side of bike 

Hi, I'm Doctor Korde Springfield.  My friends tell me I need to get with the program.  They say I can't ride around with them on their Harleys and I on my roadster.  I don't see anything wrong with my bike, but that's what they say. "You need to grow up man", they say. 

My bike has taken me through a lot. A bike, especially a red one, get's you "IN" with the Honeys. Not to mention being a Doctor with a bike.  Not now, I mean.  That's before I hooked up with Ms. Charli David, of course.  Sorry Hon. 

Hey, my bike and I have gone through a lot.   Let's see, riding with the honeys.  My best friend and colleague, Damon Divane and I have seen some pretty great days on our bikes. I recall the day we spotted some Honeys across the way.  Like I said, that was before I hooked up with Charli, of course. 

Yeap, that was a fun day.  My buddy has since gotten married and moved to Kansas. 

Speaking of ....  That was around the time I was kidnapped.  That's how I met Charli.  Long story.  You have time, don't you?  As I said, that's how I met Charli.  Sweet Charli, I can see her now.  Be still my heart (click here).  Snap out of it man.  You've got a story to tell. 

Okay, the gist of it is a patient of Damon's, Babette,  thought I was he.  She snapped after she found out he was marrying the winner of a "Who Wants to Marry a Doctor" contest.  Man was I afraid. 

Not really for myself.  I didn't think I was in any real danger.  After all in Babette's eyes all she saw was Dr. Damon Divane.  The apple of her eye.

I was afraid for Charli though. The poor girl was a disaster when Babette brought her in.  She tricked her. You see, Charli was in the contest too.  Babette was jealous of anyone who got close to the doctor. 

Babette was hiding out at Harley's cabin and innocent Charli was visiting and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. When Babette brought her in, her hair was all disarrayed, tears in her eyes.  She was frazzled.  But still very, very pretty. 

I was sort of relieved when she got there.  I now had somebody to talk to.  That was unless Babette was in the room with us.  She wouldn't have Charli talking with her Doctor. 

Yeap, Babette held us captive for days.  Moved us from room to room so as not to be caught.  I can still smell the sweet perfume Charli wore that day.  Okay, this is supposed to be a disaster, I know.

What does this have to do with my bike?  It was alone for days without me.  I worried about it sitting alone all by itself. 

Ha!  Yeah right.  Who am I kidding? I didn't even think about that bike after I saw Charli.  I just hoped we got out alright so I could see her again.

I could see she and I together.  She, I and my bike.  Hey, I gotta get my bike in this story too.  After all this is all about the bike, isn't it?  (sighs) We are inseparable.  That's why it is so hard to sell it.  See the heart I had tatooed on it?  It was my true love.  That is until I met Charli. 

Okay, I've gone on and on and you're really only interested in the bike.  Let me wrap up this story.  After a few leads, the cops found us and rescued us and Babette was arrested. 

I got the hook-up with Charli after professing my new found love for her.

Oh, I left out something.  Charli and Babette became good friends.  They even went to Kansas to attend Damon's wedding together.  After all, they're gonna be sisters-in-law some day.  I guess you wonder how Babette go out of jail.  Nope, it wasn't an insanity plea.  Its because Babette is my sister and we didn't press charges.  Yeah, I know.  Kidnapping is a federal offense.  But, I'm a doctor.  That says something in a small town in Georgia like DaeLite City. 

Babette now has another doctor, lots of friends.....

 

...and a new boyfriend.


And Charli and I are happy.  Charli, me and my bike. Well, at least when she comes to DaeLite City to visit.  I can't get that girl to move here to save my life.

She says..."I will after I have two rings on my finger.  That's left hand, ring finger.

I bet you didn't think I could get that story back to being about the bike, did you?
I wonder if after I sell it, I could have visitation rights? 
I could tell them, "You see, I get lonely and we've been through a lot together".


Right side of bike 


Left side of bike 


Yeap, it's me Harley David. I'm getting rid of my bike too for the very same reason. 
They say a girl named Harley must have a Harley.  It's my favorite color too. (sniff)

You can find the complete story about the missing Doctor by clicking here


 

[The Harley Works]



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