TheBanyanTree: Holy Mother of God!

[NancyIee at aol.com]

In a message dated 7/25/2011 10:27:25 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time,  
russ.doden at gmail.com writes:

Great  story Sachet!  Anyone who has ridden a motorcycle in the rain  can
appreciate it. 


My Bro-in-law many moons ago had an Indian he rebuilt.  He rode  it out to 
our place to show it off, and it was a mighty BEAST. He wanted to give  me a 
ride. "Go ahead," Hubby said. Little did I know he was too skeered to go,  
himself. Off we went, me riding behind the Bro-in-law, hugging tight, cuz 
that  Indian had some power she did. We lived on a gravel road and we spun 
grit,  raised a cloud of sand, wheelied to the county line and sent some cows 
bawling  and arunnin. He writ our names in the gravel of that road, sashying 
and  dosie-a-doin until that cloud raised up like a mighty storm. I was too 
skeered  to scream, too skeered to let go even after we got home and 
stopped, so skeeered  I wet the seat of thet mighty bike and swore never again.
 
Later that day, after bro-in-law left for home, we heard he laid thet  
Indian down on the freeway going a hunnert-n-something. Took him awhile to grow  
some bottom back, and cracked his helmet.
 
The next year, he rebuilt an old aeroplane and asked if I wanted to take a  
whirl to Canada. Betcha I said no.
 
Nance