We spent the first day roaming the boardwalk in Ocean City Maryland. Here it was cleaner and not as crowded as Wildwood. We walked the beach, checked out the girls in swimsuits. No surfing allowed, too many people that could get hit.
After lunch, we stopped at a place with big rooms with bunk beds, but decided to save our cash for souvenirs and sacked out under the boardwalk again. We figured with a lot of other kids, it would be safe. I surely would not do it now. Too Dangerous. Says something terrible about our culture now. Yes time flies when you are having fun! We went on rides till about midnight. We found a spot under the boardwalk again. So much for day one.
Day two started just after sunrise. There was loud music and yelling from a fold up table about 100 feet toward the surf from the boardwalk. Of course we had to find out what was going on? When we got there, two ice chests sat on the sand on one side of the table. Two guys were holding open bottles of beer. People giving $1.00 for two bottles. Since we were underage to drink, of course we paid $2.00 and got 4 bottles of beer. We went back under the boardwalk, about a quarter mile away.. I just had a feeling they were illegal, and cops would be here soon. When we got where we wanted to be we heard a lot of noise from the makeship bar. Life guard vehicles with cops inside swarmed around the 2 guys holding lots of dollar bills in their hands. All were handcuffed and taken away. Till this day, I listen to my inner voice. This time it saved us jail time.
Second day we spent mostly on the beach. We wore swimsuits under our clothes, so we jumped waves, and acted like fools for about 4 hours. With no towels we walked till we dried enough to put our jeans and t-shirts back on. Bob is not as light skinned as I am. I got too much sun. Not as bad as many beach sunburns I have before and after this time.
We gassed up the bike, and our bellies. It is about a 4 hour trip home. At night at 80 MPH, we can make it in a little over 3 hours. We started home with 2 hours of sunshine left. I was driving. I race this hopped up bike. I never missed a shift the 3 years I was riding. We came to the intersection with route 1, a four lane highway.
The light turned green, I shifted from neutral down for 1st gear. Beside the center island I upshifted and let out the clutch. The motor roared, but I missed my first gear? I shifted again, same thing. I hoped my transmission or clutch died. We had enough forward motion to coast over the two lanes, and stopped off the side of the highway.
Bob jumped off first, saw the drive chain was missing. He looked over where just coasted from, and saw a black snake laying in the middle of the lane. A driver saw it and tried to swerve. He caught the end of it, and threw it into the air. Guess what it was. The missing chain. Bob yelled, "I'm going for It".
He darted between the cars, grabbed the chain, and brought it back. Second time this trip our lives were in jeopardy. There was a guy about our age working on his car outside his garage. BUT it was on other side of the four lane highway. We turned the bike around and pushed it over the four lanes of traffic. When your young, nothing can hurt you RIGHT??
Bob and the new mechanic took 3 links out of the chain to make 2 good ones. We installed it, and it worked. From racing, and doing wheelies we stretched the links so much one broke. Lots of force will break anything. We had to glue the back tire to the rim. If you don't, the tire slips on the rim and pulls the air filling stem out of the tube. Drag vehicles, the powerful ones screw the slicks to the rim, they will spin because the tires will lose air at 200 MPH. Not Good! We kept thinking, "What Next?"
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