A Memorable Motorcycling Tale
A Memorable Motorcycling Tale
Just a few months after I had
met my future hubby, we went to the local Disco as usual in the evening. We
had ridden my little dependable honda 50cc into town. The disco was one of
our favorite places to hang out in those days. It was fairly close to home,
about 2 miles. We rode everywhere on that little honda, it was the only
transportation we had back then.
As the evening started to take shape with dancing, a few drinks, lots of
laughter and fun, Don and his army buddy John decided to order a fifth of
canadian club whiskey to celebrate John's return to the states. His 2 years
in the service were completed.
Soon the two of them were pretty wasted to say the least ! After several
hours of drinking, they actually had finished the bottle of whiskey. Arms
around each other, eyes glassy, happy like pigs in mud, they decided it was
time to go home. And just how were they going anywhere, drunk like that I
John soon found a ride back to the army base, with only one seat left in the
car. I realized Don would probably have to go home to my house !! And how
was I going to explain that one to my dear mother, bringing him home drunk
like that ? I could just hear it..oh boy !!
I had no choice "Can't leave him like that" I told myself. So, I loaded him
on the back of my little bike, told him to hang on to me around my waist and
gave it gas. Everything went fine for the first half of a mile. He was
starting to feel sleepy and wasn't paying much attention. I could feel his
arms relaxing around my waist. I was hoping he wouldn't fall off. The next
turn we took he started to lean the other way of the turn ! 180 lbs going
the opposite direction of a turn, wonderful. It took every bit of strength
to keep from not falling over. I stopped, woke him up and told him to sit
straight and hold on to me. "Ok" he mumbled. Again I gave it gas and started
to drive. Soon I could feel him relaxing again and sure enough with the next
turn he started to lean the opposite way again !! Again it took every bit of
strength to keep the bike straight. I woke him up again and told him to sit
straight and hold on to me. "Ok, ok" was his reply.
I must have stoped 3 times that night before I finally got him home safe on
the bike. What a journey !!
Now I had to deal with my mother, great !! After explaining to her that I
couldn't just leave the poor guy drunk like that, she raised her eyebrows at
me and finally agreed to have him spend the night, IF he took the couch of
Don had a very rough night that night. He spend quite a while over the sink
and in the bathroom, asking me why I let him drink so much !!?? I felt very
sorry for him, but I can honestly say, in the 23 years of marriage I have
only seen him like that one other time. That time was here in the states and
I had a car to load him into and drive him home, thank god.
He rides his own bike and I ride mine. We still laugh about that evening
back then, it's one of our favorite stories to tell.
"Written in June 1999" Copyright: Carmen Adams
Forward To My Trip To Eastern Wa.
(Pictures coming soon)
Pictures and copyright: Carmen Adams, 1999