24 DATE WITH THE GODS
She picked up her canvas bag and walked down to the
bathhouse, and I went up towards the hotel.
I waited around until I was sure she was in the water,
then walked over to the Harley Davison and examined it
closely. I had done some work at MGM Studios in
Hollywood, and I remembered seeing police motorcycles
like the ones used for the television show, "CHIPS."
They looked pretty much like this one.
I opened the pouch over the back wheel. It contained
an L.A.P.D. traffic citations pad, flares, and a few more
items associated with police work. I wa s convinced the
bike was for real.
I walked back to where I had parked Richard's Honda
and lay down on the grass by the river, staring up at the
clear sky, hoping to see some more flying saucers. I
began musing about the UFO contact sign. It meant
something after all. And now this girl tells me that I can
find evidence of flying saucers in the Bible. And that she
had come to bring the word of God.
I started laughing. Here I was in some God-forsaken
place in the Andes Mountains of Peru, going to spend my
Sunday with some hippie girl reading the Bible. Well, I
ra tionalized, I was already here, my previous plans
ruined. At least now I had an adventure to look forward
to. I had to admit I was fascinated by anyone with the
audacity to leave a cop handcuffed to a roadside pole on a
California freeway and take his motorbike. She had to be
an interesting character. Besides, I consoled myself, if
worse came to worse, I could try to start a romance with
her. Who knows, with a little luck I might even score.
I took a swim and then headed back to Huancayo. It
seemed to me that it wasn't in the cards for me to see
that fabulous Sunday outdoor fair, after all.
During the ride, my mind was on the UFO sighting. I
knew what I'd seen in the sky was as real as the
motorcycle I was riding. I even remembered very clearly