'Spaw: don't know how I missed scraping you up offa the tar!**BG** I did EMT work for a race track one summer. Got so damn tired of fixing up people who had not brains, as far as I was concerned, that I quit. One idiot fractured his clavical (collarbone), we got him ready to transport to hospital and off he went in the next race.

Mom and dad had only an old Harley with a sidecar when they were first married in 1936. We've got a picture somewhere of them on it at Easter time. Mom was all dolled up and dad accidentally took her through a mudpuddle on the way to or from church. She's got a smile, even though she is covered with mud. They looked like pretty hot stuff on that thing. He wouldn't even let anny of us kids ride any motorcycles without wearing a full set of clothes and helmet. After enough times of seeing what was left of skin that met asphalt at 50mph, I fully understood his strictures!

KC: there's a fmaily here in town, mom, pop, and adult kids (now) who all have Harleys. The mom is one hot momma and not all that big if I remember right. Rue went to school with their son who rode one as soon as he was old enough to be legal.

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