Motorcycle Dave, beside getting thrown by the BMW wheelie by Danny was famous for trick riding. When he was riding single he would hop up and put his folded legs with his feet on the seat and jump up and down. His shoes about 2 or 3 inches jump off the seat. He would stand up on his pegs and stick one leg as high as he could.
Toothless Bill, yes he had no teeth, rode with us often. He would do the same as Dave, side by side. He also had a home made holster by his seat. When we asked him about it, he said some guy in a car forced him off the road onto the grass, and he was going so fast he dropped the bike. He says the next time someone forces me over he will have to replace his windshield.
Big George rode a two cycle bike. They had no oil in the engine, You added oil with the gas. He rode too fast, laid it down in a corner, and the kick starter broke his right ankle. Two days out of the hospital he was running the Loop, in a cast. The shifter was on the left side, and he used his front brake, right hand on cycle bars. YES, we were nuts!
Another time a two cycle bike was in the middle of a pack of about 20 of us. We were running about 65 mph. The two cycle bike overheated and froze up, and the chain locked up the back wheel. Luckily no one got hit. From then on two cycle bikes were always on the outside of the pack. We may be dumb, but we're not stupid. The male species learns from our mistakes, sooner or later.
More later. I am being called by Sophie and Buddy Holly. Sophie, 1/3 beagle, 1/3 border collie, and 1/3 bird dog. When Mary washes her three blankies, they must be dry before 10 pm. Sophie will not sleep unless she can make her nest! LOL
Buddy Holly, the Shitzu, sleeps on my legs. I have restless leg syndrome, my legs move when I lie down. The cats we had for years slept on my legs, like a massage. The one cat who was sleeping on my legs, I was on la-z-boy. She laid with her head toward my shelf and wall one time. This is how I learned animals dream. She let out a yell, jumped straight up, her claws digging into my legs as she started to run. She hit the shelf, my coffee cup full of pens flew up in the air, and the poor cat bounced back on me and jumped on the couch. Nothing broke, but I had rips on both my legs. Luckily I married a great nurse.
Buddy Holly, the Shitzu, sleeps on my legs. I have restless leg syndrome, my legs move when I lie down. The cats we had for years slept on my legs, like a massage. The one cat who was sleeping on my legs, I was on la-z-boy. She laid with her head toward my shelf and wall one time. This is how I learned animals dream. She let out a yell, jumped straight up, her claws digging into my legs as she started to run. She hit the shelf, my coffee cup full of pens flew up in the air, and the poor cat bounced back on me and jumped on the couch. Nothing broke, but I had rips on both my legs. Luckily I married a great nurse.
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