in highschool, i drove around in a 1972 plymouth valiant. my friends' mom was busting his balls to get rid of his motorcycle in her garage. he did not know how to fix it & it just sat in her garage for months. all the bike needed was rear brakes. he had all the parts, just didn't know how to put it together. so to stop his mom from bellyaching - i helped him roll it out to the dumpster on the side of the road.
later that evening i drove my car up to the dumpster & tried to put the bike in the trunk. i couldn't do it. my friend was watching the whole time & finally offered to haul the bike to my house in his pickup truck.
i fixed it up that winter & it became my 1st bike the following spring. on my way to finals that summer, a jeep made an illegal u-turn i t-boned him. going over the hood of his jeep. lol, i was just wearing a t-shirt, jeans & a helmet. bike was totalled. someone bought it that fall and shipped it to haiti.
