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When I started riding, the earth was still flat.
We didn't have cell phones; we used two tin cans and a piece of string.
My daddy had to hike twelve miles through the snow just to shovel the driveway to the garage so he could get his bike out. And he duct-taped a piece of carpet over the plank.
When I started riding, the earth was still flat.
We didn't have cell phones; we used two tin cans and a piece of string.
My daddy had to hike twelve miles through the snow just to shovel the driveway to the garage so he could get his bike out. And he duct-taped a piece of carpet over the plank.
My daddy had to hike twelve miles, uphill through snow and across a river to get to the outhouse. Afterwards, with the lightened load, he walked five miles to the garage, wrapped the plank in an old deer hide for the ride to work, in the coal mines.
..even if it was true.
No one teased me because I did not ride a Harley.
What do you mean, 'even if it was true'?
You can't believe that a guy what works in a coal mine can afford a property 12 miles by 5 miles, but not indoor plumbing?
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You had a plank? Luxury!
I remember a "beep beep" or something song from years past. frank P.S. Here are the words to the song. www.eartunes.com/et/audiology-lyrics-168.shtml and easier going time. 1958!You were driving a Cadillac, why should the Rambler drivers say anything.
...my only training was riding on the back of a Honda Cub. But the BSA dealer wasn't worried when he sent me onto the streets of Baltimore with a lesson consisting of "That's the key, there's where the lights turn on". Probably par for the course in 1967.... Jeeze!