Spinning Wheels Rodeo

Having mentioned forward motion, wind in my face, I have to tell you about when I was 7 and my Dad decided to buy me a motorcycle, totally unknown to my Mother.  Even if it was a Lady Yamaha 50, step through with leg protectors, and had to be pulled backward onto a double-down stand to park.  My Mother was pretty sure, for about the millionth time, that my Dad had lost his mind.  But it was something of a 'well, gotta get her one too', since my cousin and his son had gone with us to Amarillo, or we with them, don't recall specifically. 

A motorcycle sales/service business was going out of business and were auctioning off everything they had on the floor.  Rather like the sales ring where 'hawkers' work the room and shout in bids, it was pretty lively.  Very early in the sales my cousin saw the one he and his son was going to buy and stayed with it until they got it.  This required that the two of kids take off on it out through their back lot, zigging and zagging between the umpteen cars that were parked here and there and everywhere.  All I have to do is mention the driver of the bike and you will know that my life was in danger.  If there were 5 gears on the thing, then we were going to have to 'try' them all.

Waymond has never been known for 'taking things easy', ever.  There is another bike story about he and I out in the street in front of the church I will tell you about later, which is amazing that I lived through this one to experience at all.  We raced between cars, turned in front of incoming trucks preparing to load up their purchases, skidded around a few pickups and somehow made it back to the front of the building where our Dads were, in time to see my Dad pushing out the bike he had bought me.  I had not even imagined that I was going to get one also.  Oh, did I mention we were not wearing helmets, those had been purchased for us after we had peeled out the minute his bike was bought, our Dads were standing there holding them.  Sure fire way to keep them from being damaged.