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1964 Ford Comet... It was 1974. Marty was sitting shotgun when I crashed.
1969 Chevy Caprice... It was 1975. Marty was sitting shotgun when I crashed.
(Both times Marty said afterwards that he saw it coming, but that since I was such a skilled driver, he assumed I was simply trying to scare him! Both times he never said a word. Both stories are hellacious!)
For the next year, I walked EVERYWHERE. I was afraid to get in a car. I walked miles and miles every day, I even stopped hitchhiking. I would not even get in a car to go out to dinner with my folks, I was so terrified after that last horrendous crash.
I graduated High School 29 years ago today, May 28th, 1976. The next day there was a woodsy down at Deckers with about 200 people. My bud Kelly and his older Bro kevin set up and their band played that night. Nearly half of us stayed right through the 2nd night. I had finaly gotten into a car, in order to get there. I took my future ex-wife Debbie. Our tent was sh-sh-sh-shakin' all weekend!
Right now, I could name at least 100 of those people. A year ago, Miss Donna and I threw a party and among the wild guests, I bet 40 of them were at that woodsy. Miss Donna escorted me to my 20th year reunion, it rocked! I can hardly believe my 30th year reunion is a year away!
That week after I graduated, and finaly rode in a vehicle again, I took my savings of $100.00 , and found an awesome Pickup truck. My Pa cosigned a loan of $600.00 for me, and for $700.00 I bought a ...
1950 Ford F-1 Pickup... Flathead V-8 and it was solid like a Sherman tank! (1976)
1971 Toyota Celica... My 1st wife took that one.
4 years and one divorce later, my truck with 350,000 original miles, was torched and exploded. I was dating a blonde beauty named Carol who was a lead singer in a Rock and Roll band. Her High School boyfriend, whom she had not seen for 2 years, was stalking her, and for some reason he did not like me! Go figure! The Firemen told me when the windows burst, the truck exploded. The aluminum Holly carbeurator melted into the intake manifold! I damn near cried. I had planned to park that truck in my brothers garage, and keep it forever!
My ex and I sold the house we bought back in happier days.
Right after that, Sport and I built a flatbed trailer into a small house, the front half serving as Sports crib, and in the back half we stowed our twin 360 Yamaha Enduros. Light for the street, and legal, but a little heavy for the dirt. The back wall of the trailer dropped down as a ramp for our little "garage". We pulled it with an old Dodge van with a rebuilt motor and tranny. I lived in the back of the van. We had a solar shower (but half the time we simply poured hot water into it!) and we hit the road. From Denver we stopped to do some work outside of Grand Junction on my Uncles ranch, where he still uses my Grandpa's brand... the diamond lazy Y. When we left there, it took a year to go from Sacramento to San Fransisco to LA to San Diego to Phoenix to Albequerque and then back to Denver. We had left Denver the day Ronald Reagan was elected President. 1980. That trip is worth a few chapters in my book!
1971 Dodge Tradesman Van... That is what I got when I came home. 1981.
Drove a forklift for a year. Then got the most fun job I ever had- Bartender!
1976 Toyata Celica... I called it my Japanese Mustang. I loved that little car.
Put it into a ditch up skiing at Keystone, long story. Thought it was totaled.
1980 Honda Prelude... Then the insurance company fixed my Celica!
I was a stylin' Bartender, sportin' two 5 speeds!
Bought and sold about 5 Motorcycles... no Harleys, sorry Charley!
Sold everything, eventually. Started College at Metro State.
1987 Brand new Suzuki Samurai - $7,000.00, In 1990, when SuzyQ fell apart...
1982 Ford F-100 pickup, then...
1992 Ford F-150 pickup, now...
2003 Ford F-150 pickup.
The end.
1969 Chevy Caprice... It was 1975. Marty was sitting shotgun when I crashed.
(Both times Marty said afterwards that he saw it coming, but that since I was such a skilled driver, he assumed I was simply trying to scare him! Both times he never said a word. Both stories are hellacious!)
For the next year, I walked EVERYWHERE. I was afraid to get in a car. I walked miles and miles every day, I even stopped hitchhiking. I would not even get in a car to go out to dinner with my folks, I was so terrified after that last horrendous crash.
I graduated High School 29 years ago today, May 28th, 1976. The next day there was a woodsy down at Deckers with about 200 people. My bud Kelly and his older Bro kevin set up and their band played that night. Nearly half of us stayed right through the 2nd night. I had finaly gotten into a car, in order to get there. I took my future ex-wife Debbie. Our tent was sh-sh-sh-shakin' all weekend!
Right now, I could name at least 100 of those people. A year ago, Miss Donna and I threw a party and among the wild guests, I bet 40 of them were at that woodsy. Miss Donna escorted me to my 20th year reunion, it rocked! I can hardly believe my 30th year reunion is a year away!
That week after I graduated, and finaly rode in a vehicle again, I took my savings of $100.00 , and found an awesome Pickup truck. My Pa cosigned a loan of $600.00 for me, and for $700.00 I bought a ...
1950 Ford F-1 Pickup... Flathead V-8 and it was solid like a Sherman tank! (1976)
1971 Toyota Celica... My 1st wife took that one.
4 years and one divorce later, my truck with 350,000 original miles, was torched and exploded. I was dating a blonde beauty named Carol who was a lead singer in a Rock and Roll band. Her High School boyfriend, whom she had not seen for 2 years, was stalking her, and for some reason he did not like me! Go figure! The Firemen told me when the windows burst, the truck exploded. The aluminum Holly carbeurator melted into the intake manifold! I damn near cried. I had planned to park that truck in my brothers garage, and keep it forever!
My ex and I sold the house we bought back in happier days.
Right after that, Sport and I built a flatbed trailer into a small house, the front half serving as Sports crib, and in the back half we stowed our twin 360 Yamaha Enduros. Light for the street, and legal, but a little heavy for the dirt. The back wall of the trailer dropped down as a ramp for our little "garage". We pulled it with an old Dodge van with a rebuilt motor and tranny. I lived in the back of the van. We had a solar shower (but half the time we simply poured hot water into it!) and we hit the road. From Denver we stopped to do some work outside of Grand Junction on my Uncles ranch, where he still uses my Grandpa's brand... the diamond lazy Y. When we left there, it took a year to go from Sacramento to San Fransisco to LA to San Diego to Phoenix to Albequerque and then back to Denver. We had left Denver the day Ronald Reagan was elected President. 1980. That trip is worth a few chapters in my book!
1971 Dodge Tradesman Van... That is what I got when I came home. 1981.
Drove a forklift for a year. Then got the most fun job I ever had- Bartender!
1976 Toyata Celica... I called it my Japanese Mustang. I loved that little car.
Put it into a ditch up skiing at Keystone, long story. Thought it was totaled.
1980 Honda Prelude... Then the insurance company fixed my Celica!
I was a stylin' Bartender, sportin' two 5 speeds!
Bought and sold about 5 Motorcycles... no Harleys, sorry Charley!
Sold everything, eventually. Started College at Metro State.
1987 Brand new Suzuki Samurai - $7,000.00, In 1990, when SuzyQ fell apart...
1982 Ford F-100 pickup, then...
1992 Ford F-150 pickup, now...
2003 Ford F-150 pickup.
The end.
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