
But that's neither here nor there... (Well, technically, "everywhere" is both here and there.)....
Anyway, the above photo is from the last time I rode a motorcycle. Note to self. When escaping the Nazis on a stolen motorcycle, keep away from sharp objects and barbed wire.
I know that my friend Rick always had a love of motorcycles but I never really pictured him being the full blown enthusiast. It's like the same way I felt about my brother Blane riding motorcycles, it never set well with me. Not that they didn't love the bikes, I just felt like they would get hurt somehow on those contraptions. Blane did get hurt, real bad and thankfully, Rick never did. Rick being tangled in barbed-wire is just how I would picture him ending up. At least he is wearing his favorite bow-tie!
ReplyDeleteIn reality, I still have a scar on my inner thigh from when, taking a corner, clutch pulled in and no brakes applied, I bounced off the side of a parked car. When I hit the car, it popped the chrome strip on the side of the car, which dug into my flesh.
ReplyDeleteI did own, a honda 50 mini-trail when I was stationed up in Washington. I rode that thing all over the backwoods. I also got a ticket once, citing me for 10 violations, not the least of which was driving without a license.
ReplyDeleteI traded that for work on the Impala I've mentioned earlier.
10 citations on a Honda 50! That has to be some kind of record. Good job Rick.
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