The Motorcycle

When Dad shipped over for another tour of duty they paid us a lot of money. It was $3000.00, and so Dad wanted to get a motorcycle, as it would be easier to get around. That was a lot of money in those days. It also helped us get things that we really needed to make a home. Most of the furniture we were using was borrowed from the Navy.
We made trips into the country on the motorcycle and saw a lot more scenery, but I wasn't a good rider so we didn't do it to often. We did go out to areas that were like sand dunes and Dad and a buddy would have a blast jumping and squirreling around which he always ended up busting his headlight. It was a big joke at the time as it was broken a lot. One night he came home 3 sheets to the wind and went to drive it into our shed and missed the ramp so he ended up dumping it again, and all I could say was it served him right. He didn't get hurt which was the main thing, but I was mad because he was late, and he thought it was funny at the time. I don't remember what happened with the motorcycle, but it didn't make it back to the states. He was pretty much a dare devil when he was young, so I was kind of glad he didn't bring it back. He always wanted another one after that though.