DQ 18

Depending on who you are painting with life changes color," DQ told seventy percent as they unloaded the motorcycles in a field.  They ran now although no one had ridden one.  Don Q had decided a softer surface than the asphalt concrete jungle would make more sense and Seventy Percent had borrowed an old truck for this purpose.
"What is this place."
"It is either an enchanted castle or an outpost for a gang of Hells Angels, I can't tell.  From the looks of that captive prince, I am leaning towards the castle enchanted.  In point of fact, that man can be the lord who can make me a knight if he can only be freed."
Seventy Percent looked at the quiet farm house, the barn behind it, the open fields.  A man had walked out and was scratching his head looking out a them.  He was old, wore overalls and was scratching his head which was partly shaded by a straw hat.  He seemed to be wondering what he was looking at.  There were no signs of motorcycles, not sign of a castle, only some stacked hay bales and a large green tractor.
As Seventy unloaded the motorcycles from the trailer he asked, "Did you consult the with the proprietor about using this place and has he agreed to allow us to learn how to ride amid the true outlaws of the road?  I do not think there are any outlaws here, only a farmer."
"The farmer you see is the lord who will make me a knight, the hay bales a fortress in which he is imprisoned."
"I am..."
"Enough, Try to ride your motorcycle."
Seventy started the motorcycle the way he was taught, disengaged the clutch too quickly and the motorcycle flew out from under him leaving him spinning in the air.
When he landed, he saw the farmer bent over with laughter.
Then, DQ was mounted on his motorcycle, the long pole from the pool house over the handlebars, the leather flying helmet and goggles on his head and he was flying towards the tractor next to the haybales.
The farmer had ceased laughing and was gesturing frantically.  If Don Q hit the tractor, he would die instantly.  Seventy Percent forced himself to an erect posture leaving the motorcycle on its side and limped after Don Q.
"Never fear, I will rescue you," DQ yelled over the noise of the motorcycle.  At the last moment he swerved just knicking the side of the tractor and plowed into the stack of hay bales, the old farmer diving out of the way at the last minute.
The hay went flying everywhere in a yellow explosion and the farmer, Don Q, and everything else, even the sound of the motorcycle was suddenly gone in the tornado of exploding hay.