School Story:
This happened in Jr. High but it's my story! I was riding around So. Pas. on Toby Peters' Triumph Boneville chopper. Went down Oak then turned right on Fair Oaks. At the time I was 13 or 14 so had no business riding anything with a motor on the street! Anyway, Granny Thurman was staring me down as I was going down Fair Oaks on that motorcycle with a cigarette in my mouth. I just waved at him and MAY have looked like flipped him the bird, heck I was busy shifting, opening the throttle and smoking all at the same time...how did I have time to flip him off.
The next day Granny called me down to his office. Jeeze, I knew he was going rip me a new one for sure and I really did have it coming to me. He asked if that was me riding that motorcycle yesterday. I admitted that much of what went on but nothing else. He then asked what kind of bike that was to which I replied it was 67 Triumph Boneville 650. He just looked at me across his desk, hands folded, then broke the chilling silence by asking me if I would be willing to go his house and teach his kids (reading this Mike?) how to ride their Benelli mini bike. For some reason and I don't know why, we never got together but thankfully, Granny never said anything else about this incident.
In high school, during my sophomore year, I was in Lou Howorth's 7th period English class. She asked the class if anybody knew how to drive a stick shift in order to take her kid's babysitter to the Howorth home in her 65 Volkswagen. Hell, I've been driving sticks since 8 years old so raised my hand and volunteered for the duty. It was great! I got out of school early, missed class time and liked driving. It was a good thing for all involved.
One day out of the blue, she figured out that this was a sophomore class and nobody was 16! She figured it out and finally asked if I had a driver's license. Well, I DID have a learner's permit and we all know that isn't good enough. I know she was a bit pissed off but what the hell could she do to me? Send me to the office? How about telling my parents? She was a much to blame as I was so about all she could do was give me a B when I should have been issued and A. It really was a good thing for as long as it lasted!