MOTORCYCLES
IN MY FAMILY DIDN'T START WITH ME. MY FATHER RELATED A COUPLE STORIES ABOUT
AN OLD FOUR CYLINDER HENDERSON THAT TOOK PLACE EITHER DURRING THE GREAT DEPRESSION
OR POST WORLD WAR II. ONE STORY WAS SEVERAL OF HIS FRIENDS CLIMBING ONTO
THE BIKE AND DRIVING 600 MILES TO ANOTHER STATE AND THE OTHER WITH HIM IN
THE DRIVERS SEAT HAVING FUEL SQUIRT FROM THE TANK VENT OVER HIS SHOULDER
EVERY TIME HE HIT A BUMP. BOTH EVENTS MUST HAVE BEEN PRETTY FUNNY BECAUSE
HE HAD A GOOD TIME TELLING ME ABOUT THEM.
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