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I was thumbing through an old photo album today looking for a picture of my father in his youth to show Gina because she simply will NOT believe that when I grow up, I'm going to look like a troll...Just like my dad.
A few pages in, I found this:
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It was an old, yellowed and faded, grossly over-exposed picture of my old man on the motorcycle that almost got him disowned. I know from the back of the picture it was taken in 1947, which would make him 17 in this picture, and I know from the stories Dad told that he bought this bike from an old man up the road for $35 when he was 16 and proceeded to tear it down, replace what rusty parts he could afford, and then used the exhaust from grandma's canister vacuum cleaner to power the spray gun that he painted it with. Around here somewhere I have his old, original HD leather jacket that still has a couple speckles of the yellow paint from this bike on it.
Dad wasn't a big guy. In fact, the last time that old leather jacket fit me, I was 12 years old.
I don't recall my Dad ever saying what year and model this beast was, but I do know that he dumped it on a gravel road and totaled it when he was 20.
What can I say? I guess motorcycles are just in my blood.
I was thumbing through an old photo album today looking for a picture of my father in his youth to show Gina because she simply will NOT believe that when I grow up, I'm going to look like a troll...Just like my dad.
A few pages in, I found this:
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It was an old, yellowed and faded, grossly over-exposed picture of my old man on the motorcycle that almost got him disowned. I know from the back of the picture it was taken in 1947, which would make him 17 in this picture, and I know from the stories Dad told that he bought this bike from an old man up the road for $35 when he was 16 and proceeded to tear it down, replace what rusty parts he could afford, and then used the exhaust from grandma's canister vacuum cleaner to power the spray gun that he painted it with. Around here somewhere I have his old, original HD leather jacket that still has a couple speckles of the yellow paint from this bike on it.
Dad wasn't a big guy. In fact, the last time that old leather jacket fit me, I was 12 years old.
I don't recall my Dad ever saying what year and model this beast was, but I do know that he dumped it on a gravel road and totaled it when he was 20.
What can I say? I guess motorcycles are just in my blood.