Wonder if Mickey actually does any work on the
scooter, or just posts to AHR?
Best wishes, hope you get it running, any time
soon. Sounds like fun.
When I was maybe 10 years old, the boy down the
street, his older brother had a motor bike. I was
jealous to the max. Well, still am. Even though
I'm old enough to buy my own motor bike if I want.
I hope your motor bike works out better than mine.
The day I got married I had exactly one vehicle , and it only had 2 wheels
. She knew what she was getting , because I told her everything on the 2nd
date . I did stop riding while we were raising children , but that was more
economics than anything else .
I considered trying skydiving , and she was OK with it , but I just never
got a rount tuit .
Hard to say . When I was 17 Dad bought a Suzuku 150 road bike for us kids
. My brothers got to ride it once in a while ... My first ride was a bicycle
frame with a lawn mower motor and a cobbled up jackshaft drive .
When I was in boot camp by to-be wife sent a letter and enclosed a photo
of her sitting on my Harley. Since the DI checked for contraband in
anything that wasn't just a letter, I took some crap over that. He let
me keep the photo though.
Probably. When I dropped out of school for a while, even though I
had a job, my mother kept sending me expense money. I should have
just kept it but I wanted to feel "independent" I guess. I told her
I was putting the money in my motorcycle fund and it stopped
Later, I went to Costa Rica, because I couldn't afford to go to Europe
like some folks I knew. I told my mother I took busses, but except
for the first 40 miles in Mexico, I hitchhiked. Didn't tell her the
truth until she was 80, and by that time she didn't seem to care much.
(surprising because she still had plenty of energy to be angry about
I parked my car at a long term garage in San Antonio. It happened to
be Saturdayday when I got there and Sunday when I looked for a parking
place. I just called numbers from the phone book (remember those?)
and I didn't realize I'd be calling anyone at home, but that's where
the phone rang when no one was at work.
But he was so nice. He and his wife met me at the garage (on the east
side of town just inside the San Antonio "beltway") and then
volunteered to drive me to the southwest side of town, to the road to
Laredo, on the border. Actually he dropped me off on the old road,
the non-xway, saying, "I'm not sure this is the right road". Was he
right. I had to hitch back to the beltway, over one exit to the xway
and then I was on the right road.
He also said, "You can hitchhike here, but don't do it in Mexico.
When I got to Mexico, people told me, "You can hitchhike here, but
don't hitchhike in southern Mexico. It's dangerous."
And in southern Mexico, people told me, "You can hitchhike here, but
don't hitchhike in Guatemala. It's dangerous."
(No one said even part of that after that.)
I kid you not.
First I had a Power Products motor. It was like a little sidecar
alongside the rear wheel. Didn't work very well. (this was in the early
50s.) Then I got a used Whizzer motor. Didn't everyone have a Whizzer?
Then I had a used motor scooter. Can't recall its name offhand. Not a
Cushman. Had an automatic clutch that was open to the air. When the motor
ran fast enough the shoes expanded and gripped a cylinder with a belt (or
something) to the rear wheel - like the old fashioned shoe brakes on a
car. Trouble was when it rained the cylinder got slippery and the scooter
didn't go. When it went it was quite fast - 60 or so.
You know it's time to clean the refrigerator
when something closes the door from the inside.
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