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And it was getting hot and humid. There was not much in the way of air-conditioning in those days and we were two floors up. Our little apartment was so hot and humid we had to stay out of doors till one in the morning. People did and we did, go down to the broad Potomac River bank, all grass and cool at night and picnic in the dark, or neck as we one-time did rolling in the grass.
At some point I decided that a bike was not good enough. Perhaps it was July, I wanted to buy a motor cycle and I wanted to borrow the money from the army credit union, but I had to convince the Major to sign-off, and he thought a motor cycle was dangerous and was not keen on the idea. I prepared a good argument and he agreed and I bought a British BSA dirt bike one-lunger, and didn't know what a dirt bike was, but liked the way it looked, a lot of chrome.
So now MaryJ and myself had transportation and I could get back and forth to the base easily and quickly. Perhaps our first outing late one weekend morning on the quiet street outside our residence, she had a pillow and got on the back. I released the clutch too quickly. The front wheel jumped into the air. MaryJ slipped off the back and bottomed on her pillow in the street. I was thrown off like a bucking bronco but I did not let go of the handlebars. No - all that chrome scratched on the pavement. The bike took off, front up in the air. I took off after it running along side, hanging on to the handle bars.
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