The Adventures of Campy Girlymann Final Episode

With laser precision, Campy almost instinctively knew where the bridge was and at the right moment signaled to Vic to slow down.  The road turned out to be a turnout with a purpose. The waterfall was near the road and the bridge made of wood. For when there was a heavy run-off, the bridge was flushed with water, perhaps even to the point of a wash-out. The cul-de-sac was for someone to park and use the gate made of bright yellow metal pipe to swing out and block access to the bridge. It was better than what Campy had hoped for.

Vic saw immediately what Campy had in mind. Both men placed their bikes out of sight and with a large rock, smashed the lock holding the chain that held back the swinging gate. They maneuvered the gate across the road and held it in place with the same chain. Then, as they heard the last two remaining cars careening around corners behind them,  looked for a place to hide from sight.

One of the cars sounded as if it hit something, there was a screech of metal along with the squeal of tires on pavement. But after that there was still the sound of more than one car fast approaching. Not sure, Campy tried to think of where they might be when suddenly he heard the careening of tires only this time it was there and it was both cars sliding sideways in a desperate attempt from hitting the guard rail.

As the cars slid and came into  the view, inside the leading car was the faces of Jean Claude and the Contesta de Claude. A look of real fear frozen on their faces. The driver was sheer white and stiff, realizing as milliseconds passed,  the inevitable. 

The  cars collided against their sides, they slid with the weight of both vehicles, gun toting thugs and the de Claudes screaming insults at them. They hit the metal rail and caused sparks to fly as the vehicles tumbled to edge of the precipice and with one last look at the Contesta and her son clawing at the door both cars tumbled over the edge and down the side of the waterfall hundreds of feet in height to the craggy rocks below.

There was an eerie silence, even the birds of the forest stopped. Girlymann and Vic walked to the edge and looked. There, at the bottom of the gorge was a tangled wreck of metal. There was no movement save for the water from the fall splashing on the black metal heap below. The men turned and moved the gate back into a  position, securing it again with the chain. Then the two picked up their bikes, dusted off their clothes and started down the hill in silence, saying nothing between them until Campy looked at Vic and Vic did the same. Then a big smile came across the faces of both of them.

The ride into the valley was exhilarating fresh from their pursuit, they felt the cool forest air against their faces and the thrill of speed on their bikes without having to peddle much.  The forest gave way to oak and bay then in the foothills of the mountains, vineyards came with small country farms nestled here and there.

In the first village they went through, the people stared in disbelief of the two famous cyclists enjoying a leisurely  ride. "Where are the de Claudes and their bandit henchmen?" They asked each other. Then the cry went out and sent like a lightening streak ahead, that the de Claudes were no more.

Floweres were tossed, Champagne sprayed on the two bikers on their ride to the city and the townspeople who would carry the two to a podium to receive the key to the city and a celebration party that would last three days and three nights.

The End.