VINCENT BLACK LIGHTNING 1952 - the Novel A hard hitting tale of a confused young soldier who experiences war and the loss of his family farm upon returning from Korea. Though falling in love with a perky redhead and the fastest and most beautiful motorcycle of its time, he cannot help turning to crime in order to recover the farm and settle a score. Based partly on the powerful 1991 song 1952 Vincent Black Lightning, by Richard Thompson, as covered by Del McCoury in 2002, readers will enjoy not only the gritty combat and motorcycle race scenes but also the expressions of tenderness between two young, star-crossed lovers. Would make a great Christmas gift for any Del fan or Motorcycle fan, or war buff or even those who enjoy a romantic novel! Order at Cape Fear Media, a division of iBluegrass.com! Prologue It was Sergeant McRae who called Molly with the news that James had been wounded by a shotgun blast. He implored her to hurry to the boy's dying bedside. By the time she arrived, James was running out of breath. She entered the room bravely, but lost control as soon as she saw him. As she cried, he gave a weak smile. "Molly...please... It's okay..." "It's not, James," she replied, moving closer to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I told you not to do this," she whispered, tears exploding in a torrent. "Take them, Molly," James said, trying to keep smiling. He slipped her the keys to his Vincent. "I have no further use for these. It's yours to ride now." Molly took them, as he started coughing. Blood was forming on his lips. "SSHHH!" she pleaded. "Please, don't waste your energy..." He stopped smiling, and quietly stared beyond her for a few moments, as she cradled his head. She was frightened and said nothing. "Do you know why Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do..." "James...I..." "I know...it sounds silly. But I made a rhyme for you...it was gonna be a song. I'm almost finished with it." She didn't answer as she tenderly lay his head back down on the pillow. "Well...they don't have a soul like the Vincent '52...how's that?" His smile started to fade as he coughed more blood. "James...please...why are you talking about motorcycles?" "Don't you get it, Molly? I've had everything...but in my opinion...nothing in this world beats a '52 Vincent and a redheaded girl." He chuckled and she couldn't refrain from smiling, as she hugged him harder. "As long as I'm that redheaded girl, right?" she replied. "Of course," James whispered. "You'll always be my redheaded girl."