“Scott, my minibike’s on fire!” It was the fall of 1971 and I was fourteen years old. It had been five years since I saw a motorcycle for sale on an after church drive and saved a little over one-hundred and seventy-five dollars for the purchase of a ratty faded red 1965 80cc Suzuki.
I love your book,Scott. Such a beautiful balance between open road adventure and major family drama. Thanks for putting this chapter up! Two comments:
1. One of the best opening likes, ever.
2. A five dollar motor cycle repair! ha ha ha ha What year was that? Probably the same year you could drive your VW into a gas station and say, "Give me a buck's worth." And get three gallons.
I love your book,Scott. Such a beautiful balance between open road adventure and major family drama. Thanks for putting this chapter up! Two comments:
1. One of the best opening likes, ever.
2. A five dollar motor cycle repair! ha ha ha ha What year was that? Probably the same year you could drive your VW into a gas station and say, "Give me a buck's worth." And get three gallons.