Times Have Changed
I grew up in southern Ontario and rode my 305 Superhawk to a MC New Years Eve party in 1966 when I was 16. I had rather too much to drink and headed to my home on the other side of town before midnight. (I was under-age, intoxicated, and riding! - DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME KIDS!!!)
There was ONE traffic light in our little town and the town police were sitting in a parking lot at the corner watching traffic. As I approached, the light turned red. I knew I needed to make a PERFECT stop to avoid attracting attention so I slowly pulled up to the white line in a perfectly straight line, without wobbling, and stopped in exactly the right place. I was feeling quite smug with my performance ..... and then the world began to tilt! I forgot to put my foot down!
I picked the bike up as nonchalantly as possible, got back on, and watched the cop car out of the corner of my eye but it didn't move. The damned red light lasted FOREVER but it eventually changed to green and I drove on home.
I later learned that the two cops in the cruiser were laughing so hard they couldn't drive! They knew who I was, where I was going, and decided to just let me go. My punishment was being deathly sick for the rest of the night.
Did it have a banana seat and a shifter handle on the frame? A-la 5 speed Stingray?
It's 55 degrees right now where I live in Wisconsin and it's November. Here I sit on a computer at work instead of on my motorcycle. Yeah, I'm going to give myself a nice *** kicking.







