Ok back from one meeting and gonna check in here before I go to another.
Ok quick backtrack, I played with guns a lot as a youth got a 22 in third grade, I used to take my bow and arrows down to the mall (Washington monument etc. though I was nearer the Smithsonian side, and shoot at trees and stuff, DC was a sleepy southern town back in the early 60's.
Ok so in 4th grade we moved to another part of town still in the city but it was like the suburbs, they had woods and even song birds unlike the rats with wings (pigeons) in downtown.
I was much more the cutthroat businessman then, than I am now.
I served the morning and evening paper, shoveled snow and cut lawns for a living, by 7th grade I had $2,000 saved as I wanted to go to college and I knew my parents would never have the money for it.
That brings me to 7th grade, after my experince in junior high I told my folks that if we did not move to another school district, Maryland or Virginia, that I would run away in the spring, head far west to California, never give my name to anyone and they would never see me again.
They believed me, because I meant it.
We bought a house in MD, I picked it, they wanted a different one but it was my money that paid for the closing costs and downpayment ($17,000 house) back in 1971.
My Mom still lives in that house today.
I asked for the money back in 8th grade, my Dad said, "you got clothes on don't you, you've been eating haven't you." Well that was it, he never paid me back.
So in 9th grade I got him to split buying a brand new 1972 Yamaha 175 cc street/trail enduro with me, it was a spur of the moment thing and he got it on credit.
When we got it out of the station wagon and after an hour or so I figured out how to operate the clutch and foot lever and start it and all, (from the owner's manual), I took off on it and yelled over my shoulder, "thanks Dad, that's part of the money you own me, I'm not paying you one red cent!"
Which is how I got my first motorcycle.
This NOW brings me to high school.
Walt Whitman High School, in Bethesda Maryland.
Ok I gotta take off, so quickly...
I was a national merit semifinalist. I was a brainiac and a hippie. I drove a 1964 T-bird that I bought myslef for $190 in 10th grade before I could legally drive and drove it anyway without a license, and then also a 1968 Yamaha 350 in 12th. I wore black t-shirts that said "Eat the Rich" I attended every protest in DC there ever was. I got my picture on teh Washington Post once holding a banner when me and abud got thousands of people to sing along on a protest song, CIA man by the Fugs,
http://www.content.loudeye.com/scripts/hurl.exe?clipid=007797301140006900&cid=600111
I lost my virginity on the top of the meanest nastiest hill climb (motorcycle widow maker) in the DC area.
I used to say, "when you wipe out your bike always put your knee in the way to protect the tank, your knee will heal, the tank cost money."
I've lived to regret that statement.
more to come....
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