TheBanyanTree: Holy Mother of God!

[Sachet]

The way you told this story was most excellent, Nance. I can picture it 
perfectly.

I see people all the time riding in t-shirts and it makes me wince. I 
may get a tad warm when I stop for a light when I am wearing my bike 
jacket with its techy protective stuff. But I've seen pics of road rash 
and I don't want to go there thankyouverymuch.

Plus, my jacket is ventilated, keeps me cool and looks kewl. ;-)

But Nancylee, you did miss out on a chance to go out a la Secondhand 
Lions style. I'm jus sayin'. :-)

On 7/25/2011 11:52 AM, NancyIee at aol.com wrote:
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>
> 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
>