One of my favorite photos is
of my dad on his motorcycle. He was
quite the daredevil in his day, driving fast and taking chances. He suffered a few serious crashes, and once
his parents were told he had been killed in a car accident, but he was out looking
for thrills as soon as he left the hospital. He had nearly lost his leg in one
accident, but his father refused to sign for the amputation. He had a serious limp the rest of his life. Since his car was wrecked, he bought an old
motorcycle and worked on fixing it up.
The day he got it running, he said he strapped his crutches on the
handlebars and took off with a roar! His
sister said their mother watched out the window and cried. During the depression he said, four or five
guys would pile on the bike to go to the nearest town for some fun. Gas was hard to come by. He also bought an
airplane and used to buzz the neighbors. He
always drove fast. I think he was
in his late 70’s when he got his last speeding ticket. He said he buried the speedometer…. We used
to love hearing the stories of his daredevil days, but fortunately none of his six kids
followed his example. I guess his
terrible limp and the shoe that was built up over 2 inches on his bad leg
taught us to enjoy the thrill but not repeat it! We lost Dad in 2003. Sure do miss him.
Rana Joblinski Willit
01/08/23
Http://myjourneymypast.blogspot.com
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