MANY years ago the landlady's son came by said, ' bought a motorcycle today want to go for a ride'.
18 and stupid sure. . .
Off we go on a good smooth wide highway, and every time he spit his tobacco, he jerked the handlebars (at 80).
Got back, go off and found his total motorcycle experience was riding it 90 miles home from ABQ that afternoon
During the trip I swore if I made it back alive, unless it had four wheels It had to have wings and propeller that I would not be on or in it.
60 years later I have kept my promise
