I was a kid and wanted a bike and my dad traded a 30.06 Remington carbine for the 250 Kawasaki Samuri. Yeah, 2 cycle street bike. It was Copper color with low riding street pipes. I had it in Missouri in the dead of winter. The air was so cold, the opening between my glove and the end of my coat sleeve would burn red with the sub zero air. It was 10 degrees below man. If I saw me riding in that weather now I would proclaim, "what an idiot...look!" haha. I took my 100 Honda Scrambler out in the Clark national forest and rode the deer trails with my dad's motley crew of cons back in the early 70's. Met a descendent of th old Cowboy Dalton gang back in them thar hills. Rode a creek bed back to his cabin in the wilderness. My dad drove his '43 Willys. Cowboy Dalton was pullimng guns from everywhere! From under the cushions, behind the furniture, under the sofa, in the pantry behind the dish cabinets...from everywhere. The ceiling crossmembers. Then his wife brought out the pie while Cowboy sawed away down on his fiddle! You believe that. Dalton wouldn't let anybody in his home, much less let anyone even know where it was! He wore his pistol on his side at ALL TIMES! Even when He went shopping! LOL. My dad was part indian, a former marine and He and Cowboy Dalton got along just fine. My dad wore a pistol too! I always thought they would shoot one another! It was great...just great times. I was a teenager, 15 years old.
Oh, I wanted to tell you about my Pontiac. Yeah, it was a '70 lemans Sport 350. Bought it from a cute little Italian gal in St. Louis for like $750. Anyway, I picked my girfriend up off the street. Literally, off the street. She would down all but one shot of a fifth of Jack each evening, sometimes before work. She could never finish the bottle alone. I knew by the level ijn that fifth when she would come at me with a kitchen knife! LOL. I got her a job as a topless dancer in a club I used to go to the friday night fights at! haha! Her big act was to come on stage and find a cowboy hat and wear it on her chest. It was fun until my place turned in to a crash pad for the entire male population of PTs (P***y & T*t*). Then we went camping. I caught her screwing some guy in a cave, in the mud. I was a little upset over the whole thing because the guy was ugly. He was in an accident and was flung clean through the windshield face first and landed on the pavement. Man the dude was one ugly son of a gun. I thought that when He pulled the gun and stuck it in my face! Oh well, I lost the girl and never looked back. I think I insulted him when I told him if he didn't have his five friends standing there with him, I'd stick the gun up his ***! She told me He was her cousin. What did I know. hahahaha!
You know, I had a couple of friends from South St. Louis when we had our harleys. I was hit with baseball bats, blackjacks, you name it, I was hit by it back in those days. Then, I met a gal in college who set me straight man. She ran with the Hell's Angels until she set her house on fire and took off for Hawaii where her familiy was. She lived out here in the hills near santa Barbara Manson's family style She went with Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane and they bought a Rolls Royce in beverly Hills! My girlfriends were tough!!!!!!! hahahahaha!
My uncle had a 750 Honda with like 500k miles on it. He rode it a hundred miles to work and hundred miles back every day for years. I seem to remember it 500K, maybe more. My uncle was a cool guy. He could take your entire '77 Coupe Deville apart and put it back together while you waited! LOL!
The year I graduated from high school three of us knuckleheads had bikes. I had a 350 Honda, my two buddies had a 450 Honda and 350 Kawasaki. We were 18 years old. We rode the wind man 8). The buddy with the 450 just got out earlier this year after serving four of an eight year rap! I wonder what a reunion would be like! hahaha!
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