excluding the metermaid in her cushman issuing party favors:laugh:
Yeah, we had one, she made the city a lot of money. Either in nickles dimes and quarters or in fines.
In my home town, (maybe 1975ish) there was an OLD biker,
probably in his 40s:laugh: who rode a trike.
It was probably a Harley rigid frame hooked to what I thought was a vw
engine. The whole thing was painted bright orange except for the the
pony keg gas tank.
Later I would hear that it was a Porshe rear end instead of a VW.
Local rumor said that before he put the wheelie bars on the back,
the first time he popped a wheelie, he flipped it all the way over.
That would have explained the dents in the pony keg.
Yeah, we had one, she made the city a lot of money. Either in nickles dimes and quarters or in fines.
In my home town, (maybe 1975ish) there was an OLD biker,
probably in his 40s:laugh: who rode a trike.
It was probably a Harley rigid frame hooked to what I thought was a vw
engine. The whole thing was painted bright orange except for the the
pony keg gas tank.
Later I would hear that it was a Porshe rear end instead of a VW.
Local rumor said that before he put the wheelie bars on the back,
the first time he popped a wheelie, he flipped it all the way over.
That would have explained the dents in the pony keg.