Billy's Flight
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Billy's Flight
Billy was a friend stationed on another ship ported in Charleston, SC. He was just a tad on the wild side, especially when he'd had a snootful of JD. I got the details on this escapade from another of his buds.
Billy was heading down the main drag through N. Charleston, probably on his way to a party. He was on his Sporty; beautiful basically stock machine with a rose painted on the tank. The main drag is US52 and is divided thru most of N. Chasn with a wide grassy median, sloping down to the middle for drainage. For some reason or another, Billy hung a sharp left and dove down into the median. He crossed thru the low part, came up the other side like it was an Evel Knieval ramp, and launched over the roadway on the other side.
Several of the people at the scene said he cleared the lowest set of wires on the utility poles. The bike was pretty messed up and Billy was crawling around shouting for help in finding his buddy. By the time the cops and meat wagon showed there were quite a few people looking for the missing buddy. Problem was there was no buddy to be missing. Billy concocted the buddy thing to divert attention from himself so he could get away before the gendarmes arrived.
His bike was too messed up to start, let alone ride. The cops finally got him cornered and turned him over to the meat wagon for a trip to the hospital. Since he was Navy they took him to the local Navy hospital. He was waiting for treatment in the emergency room when he got thirsty and started asking for some water. Nobody offered any.
He remembered his brother telling him a story about being wounded in ‘nam and not being able to get a drink 'til he crawled down the hall and found a commode to drink out of. Billy wasn't about to drink out of a toilet, so he started wandering around looking for some other water source. He found a cleaning closet with a deepsink in it, moved the swabs, and got his drink.
The Navy medic-types found him there, passed out on the closet floor. Turned out he had a broken arm and numerous other bumps, bruises, contusions, etc. He recovered fully and got rid of the Sporty in order to get a "real" bike, a stripped down '69 FLH. Guess he figgered the FL was too heavy to fly!
Billy was heading down the main drag through N. Charleston, probably on his way to a party. He was on his Sporty; beautiful basically stock machine with a rose painted on the tank. The main drag is US52 and is divided thru most of N. Chasn with a wide grassy median, sloping down to the middle for drainage. For some reason or another, Billy hung a sharp left and dove down into the median. He crossed thru the low part, came up the other side like it was an Evel Knieval ramp, and launched over the roadway on the other side.
Several of the people at the scene said he cleared the lowest set of wires on the utility poles. The bike was pretty messed up and Billy was crawling around shouting for help in finding his buddy. By the time the cops and meat wagon showed there were quite a few people looking for the missing buddy. Problem was there was no buddy to be missing. Billy concocted the buddy thing to divert attention from himself so he could get away before the gendarmes arrived.
His bike was too messed up to start, let alone ride. The cops finally got him cornered and turned him over to the meat wagon for a trip to the hospital. Since he was Navy they took him to the local Navy hospital. He was waiting for treatment in the emergency room when he got thirsty and started asking for some water. Nobody offered any.
He remembered his brother telling him a story about being wounded in ‘nam and not being able to get a drink 'til he crawled down the hall and found a commode to drink out of. Billy wasn't about to drink out of a toilet, so he started wandering around looking for some other water source. He found a cleaning closet with a deepsink in it, moved the swabs, and got his drink.
The Navy medic-types found him there, passed out on the closet floor. Turned out he had a broken arm and numerous other bumps, bruises, contusions, etc. He recovered fully and got rid of the Sporty in order to get a "real" bike, a stripped down '69 FLH. Guess he figgered the FL was too heavy to fly!
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