|I was a real rebel on my 350|
September 28, 2010
I'll start with my family heritage of English, German and Cherokee as an excuse for the mixed up way I am. That being said I was born a Hoosier in Greenfield Ind. and for the next several years we moved from state to state as my father progress his way through college and the Mo-Pac Railroad. At the end of second grade we finally settled in St Louis, Missouri where I crashed my way through 10 plus years of public schools. Considering this to be era of 1965 to 1975, school was not my thing at all. I was in to more adventurous things like singing and playing in a local rock band and seeing just how far I could push my parents. And push indeed I did! Those late nights gigs, the groupies and the self induced drug/alcohol coma's I put myself into soon put me at odds with the "By the Book" Baptist family image my dad tried so hard to maintain. I even went as far as to buy a bike just to show him who was boss of my life.
As everyone knows all things must come to an end at some point and so it was with my party days in Missouri in the mid seventies. A brief stint in Uncle Sam's Navy and then a solo move to San Francisco put me right back into the party scene. Here's where the story turns to motorcycle riding.
Posted by oldchigger