Monday, October 13, 2008

"I Don't Want a Pickle . . . "

In her diligent efforts to clean out our garage, Becky moved some of my boxes of stuff (memorabilia) from one spot to another. Before being placed safely in its new spot, it got tipped over and out spilled some of my papers and art work from elementary school and junior high school.

I am guessing that I drew these two pictures in the late '60s. I seem to recall that I added the song lyrics -- my own words to live by -- at a later date. Looking back we have laughed that prior to me getting religion, these two phrases made up my entire moral view of the world. My religion. On the chopper, "All we are saying, is give peace a chance." (John Lennon). And, on my version of a flat track racing motorcycle, "Whisper words of wisdom . . . let it be." (Paul McCartney) Of course, I was influenced by the times, pop (rock) music, the Beatles, etc. And, to be honest, I also drew one other picture of a motorcycle and had this third motto inscribed on it, "I don't want a pickle. Just wanna ride on my motorcycle."

My Dad bought me a motorcyle, a 1966 Yamaha Twinjet 100, prior to my 16th birthday. As I related in his eulogy, it is hard to over estimate how awesome it is for a teenager in high school to have and ride a motorcyle (street bike, or dirt bike).

Ah. Memories.

(I came back to this post and updated it with the third motorcycle which I found on Nov. 11, 2011. See