This story started about 9 months before my birthday in 1954. Dad the oilfield worker from Illinois and Mom the Okie soda-fountain girl fell in love. I think that's also when my obsession for chocolate malts started.
My lovely wife tried to groom me into a California Yuppie, but I resisted. That illusion had NO appeal to me. I was a Mississippi-raised redneck livin' in YuppieLand.
I have enjoyed 2-wheeled toys since I was about 6 years old. I was lusting for motorcycles before girls. Well, until I turned 7 anyway.
People are way more different from each other that some of us will ever realize. Yeah we kinda look similar, but it's an illusion.
These are the ramblings of a geeky redneck on the fringe of a modern society.
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