A tough looking biker had been in the biker bar for quite some time when he finally decided it was time, once again, to hit the road.
He went through the front door of the bar and instantly realised that his bike had vanished from the spot where he had parked it.
‘All right!’ he said loudly, coming back into the busy biker bar. ‘I’m going to have a shot of whisky and if my bike isn’t back up front by the time I’m done, what happened in Detroit will happen here too!’
After those words, many of the bikers ran out of the bar, and within moments one came back to tell the tough biker that his bike was now parked in front of the bar for him.
When the tough guy was about to leave, the bartender asked him. ‘Pardon me, stranger, but what happened in Detroit?’ The tough biker replied casually, ‘I had to walk back to my hotel!’
#past perfect #had to
