All of us were young and dumb at one time. Most of us grew out of it. Some sooner than others. Back in 1968, I bought my first motorcycle. I worked hauling hay for $.03 per bale and we could haul 300-400 bales per day. That was back when a bale of hay weighed around 60-70 pounds.
I saved up enough money to buy a Mojave motorcycle. I rode that thing everywhere. It had a 125cc 2-cycle engine, so I had to borrow a friends 90cc motorcycle to take my driving test at 14 years old.
On many if my trips down the gravel road, about a mile from home, I would see Roadrunners sprinting along the edge of the road. I would race with them and when that got boring, I would ride as close as possible and try to reach out and grab one.
It's one of God's miracles that I didn't crash in the process. They would let me get about 4' from them, just out of reach, and then dart into the tall grass on the roadside. I don't know if they were having fun, but they gave me some good memories.
As an update, now in 2023, I have a Roadrunner that has taken up residence near our house. Every time I go outside, it shows up. It goes where I go and even follows me to the house or into my shop. Maybe it knows my history and thinks it found a fellow runner, even if my speed has been reduced over the years.
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