In a remote part of the woods where the leaves had turned to gold, Johnny Joey pulled his hoodie up to cover his head, then added a black, open face helmet over it. Patting the muff stitched across the front of his sweat jacket, he checked to be sure it was still stuffed with hundred dollar bills, he threw a leg over the black Honda. To avoid sparking a fire, he used his feet to move the motorcycle down through the forest, only kicking the starter when he’d safely reached a back macadam road. He laughed as he actually obeyed the rules of the road by stopping at the first stop and then obeying the speed limit as he started out. Wouldn’t pay to get caught breaking the law. Especially on a stolen bike. Excitement rolled through him. “Hot damn, but I’m flush! It’s off to Vegas this weekend,