Here is Cory's toy he got this last fall, 2007. I remember when Cory was little, just old enough to talk he would call his father's motorcycle the 'hudden-hudden'! How they both loved to ride those motorcycles! Then I remember the time that Cory had an accident dislocating his hip on the way to Farmington on his week-old red 'crotch-rocket'. I am very thankful we still have a Cory with us today. He is a special son. ... and has a special family.
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I asked Jeanette a while back if I should get a motorcycle. She was agreeable. I just can't bring myself to do it because I know that I would be putting myself at risk. It is best for me to just avoid the temptation.
Why a thumper?
I remember when a certain big brother was showing his youngest brother how to jump a bail of hay on a certain green motorcycle in Colorado... do you remember trying that trick, Larry?
No.
You know that they say the second thing to go is the memory.
that is the time i broke my coller bone. what a trick ha
Wasn't it both collar bones?
one playing football and one playing evil kared
I did ride a motorcycle for a while. I had the motorcycle that dad got from Uncle Earl. It was a Honda 160 that had reduced gears and straight pipes. One day I was riding out around the M and ran into a bee. The bee wedged by the side of my eye. I was able to stop without crashing. I pulled the bee out of my eye socket and it flew away. My eye was bloodshot and sore. How did I survive?
Did it sting your eye?
No, it did not administer a sting. It was too busy with its head stuck in my eye socket. we were both glad when we parted ways.
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