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Gotta story from my father.
My fathers teen years were spent on motor cycles and street drag cars. Living with my Grandmother and Grandfather (in the house I now reside), he came home one afternoon and decided to ride down to the dock. The ramp and floating dock was removed for repairs. At the end of the stationary portion, he stopped and decided to smoke a cigarette. Forgetting the bike was in gear, he released the clutch. The bike jumps from between his legs and dives the 10 foot or so into the water! Now he has to go home and get Granddaddy for help. Granddaddy was no advocate of motorcycles, his response was "we'll have to wait till low tide to get it". At low tide they tie a rope on it and eventually get it back to flat level ground. Daddy will quote Granddaddy every time the same way as they were retrieving it. "Only two kind of people ride these damn things, policemen and damn fools! And you ain't got a badge!!" Some reason I never got the bike bug.
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