This is a short excerpt from 'My Life and Ventures'
My First Motorcycle Venture
My dad gave me a British Paratrooper’s Scooter for my 14th birthday. I never asked him where he got it – but it was collapsible and weighed about 40 lbs. I think it had sustained some WWII combat damage but it still ran well and was a perfect-sized machine. Well, one day, shortly after my birthday, I decided to ride it to school and guess what? I got stopped by Officer Mahoney right in front of school at the crossing. He said, “WHAT’S YOUR NAME AND LET ME SEE YOUR DRIVER’S LICENSE AND REGISTRATION?” For gosh sakes, I had just turned 14 and he knew I wasn’t licensed to drive. Besides, he was only the Crossing Guard and I guess he felt it was necessary to exert his authority. That kind of quashed my motorcycle-riding-to-school days. Whatever happened to my British Paratrooper’s [Welbike] Scooter?
My dad gave me a British Paratrooper’s Scooter for my 14th birthday. I never asked him where he got it – but it was collapsible and weighed about 40 lbs. I think it had sustained some WWII combat damage but it still ran well and was a perfect-sized machine. Well, one day, shortly after my birthday, I decided to ride it to school and guess what? I got stopped by Officer Mahoney right in front of school at the crossing. He said, “WHAT’S YOUR NAME AND LET ME SEE YOUR DRIVER’S LICENSE AND REGISTRATION?” For gosh sakes, I had just turned 14 and he knew I wasn’t licensed to drive. Besides, he was only the Crossing Guard and I guess he felt it was necessary to exert his authority. That kind of quashed my motorcycle-riding-to-school days. Whatever happened to my British Paratrooper’s [Welbike] Scooter?
2 comments:
I bet your younger brother confiscated it! What a kool story pops.
Luke bought himself a vespa-style scooter when he was 14. He rode it to school on the first day back and parked it across the street in the hotel parking lot so he wouldn't get caught. I received my first phone call of the school year that afternoon from a principal who was brand new. "Are you the mother of... blah blah blah?" "Yes, I am the deliquint mother of the delinquint 14 year old who rode his scooter to school today. It's nice to meet you."
you should show this to max... he kinda squashed his own "ride my new dirt bike" days with his grades...
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