Went back to the place I used to call home recently to visit mum and dad after a two year absence. Mum, bless her, thought I had only popped to the shops for a loaf of bread the kast time I left
It was cold but sunny as I wandered along the cliff top looking down at the beach where I used to ride my first bike some 30 odd years ago
It was one of these
With the baffle removed it used to make a racket but what did I care. Youthful exuberance somehow convinced me it sounded like a real (big) Harley. My new best friend gave me my first real taste of freedom, extending my vision beyond the town limits. Or at least it did before I wrapped it round a lampost on the way back from an all night party. The bike was bought from the proceeds of three paper rounds and working weekends at the hotel just behind this chap
who went on to achieve great things
Many more weekends were spent working at the same place to pay for the repairs to the wall I knocked down when I bounced off the lampost. I walked on...........................