My last story was about gravel, this is about oil....
 
Date Line 1967
 
RIDE: JAWA 350
TIME: 3 pm on a fine Saturday after noon
SCENE 1: gravel pants follows Ariel 500 to gas station
NOTE: had to follow to warn him of parts falling off...!!!!
 
SCENE 2: they had a nice Oil presentation with a rack
loaded with shiny new cans of oil, quite impressive.
 
How ever.......
 
SCENE 3: some dolt had spilled a open can on the tarmac
this was quite the surprise as the bike did a 180 and slung
me into the no longer impressive flimsy rack...did ya ever get
wacked in yap with a can of oil......????
 
It aint funny....especially after the third can hits right where
the first one landed....and with no helmut laws back then I
had several large bumps on my head to enhance my rugged
good looks....not to mention a minor concusion....as I tried
to get up, the owner ran over and exclaimed
 
YOUDONTAPARKADER...GOAWAYANNADONTACUMABAK...!!!!
 
Of course I never went back, when I bought my 352 cu in Ford V-8
with a 4 speed Hurst shifter and..cherry bomb mufflers, I would
drive up to the pumps....wait for him to come out....
 
And slowly drive away......I am no longer vindictive about it.