Randy looked over at me, concerned. “Where’s Penny?” he asked. We had left her in the dust. Turning around, we slowly headed back to find her. It was the winter of 1971. I was 14 and my brother Randy was 10. I had recently purchased a small motorcycle and Randy had a minibike. We rode around the wilderness together on trails, careful to stay off public roads. There were many places to explore.
Trouble With Penny
Trouble With Penny
Trouble With Penny
Randy looked over at me, concerned. “Where’s Penny?” he asked. We had left her in the dust. Turning around, we slowly headed back to find her. It was the winter of 1971. I was 14 and my brother Randy was 10. I had recently purchased a small motorcycle and Randy had a minibike. We rode around the wilderness together on trails, careful to stay off public roads. There were many places to explore.