I had a 65 350cc Jawa with a side car that I got in trade from a friend .
It needed a clutch and at last a friend who was going to Europe tracked 
one down in Paris France and brought it home to me.(Thanks Ursula). 
 One warm summer evening I decided to teach my girlfriend how to drive a motorcycle. 
I figured that she couldn't fall over on three wheels and only had to learn how to coordinate 
the clutch and throttle. I hopped in the hack, she got on the bike and away we went, 
her laughing at the top of her lungs. 
 We pulled over for a rest at a Highs convenience store to get a soda, and out of the darkness an 
old wino appeared. We told him our story, and he said "you need this more in me" crossed 
himself and offered us a swig of Mad Dog (Mogen David 20/20). He said we needed it to 
fortify our selves "in he did". We took a pull and went off into the night. After she had 
mastered the controls she grabbed her roommate and decided to show off her skills. 
 The two girls got down hill cackling madly but stalled at the stop sign. 
After listening to five minutes of hysterical laughter, I retrieved the Jawa and the
girls.