tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post1447510053024154523..comments2024-03-28T14:39:43.274-07:00Comments on Cat Eyes---A Cat Woman's Photos: Getting Around in the Old DaysStrayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-62370076870760072552015-05-25T09:05:17.091-07:002015-05-25T09:05:17.091-07:00I was at that college several years after the last...I was at that college several years after the last killing but he had not been caught so that area remained on edge for many years over it.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-41645686061784940192015-05-25T08:57:49.027-07:002015-05-25T08:57:49.027-07:00Wow, you also, a former biker. Seems so many of ...Wow, you also, a former biker. Seems so many of us at one time were.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-18391413296619457502015-05-25T08:56:04.666-07:002015-05-25T08:56:04.666-07:00It was a time. The son of a pastor who had lived...It was a time. The son of a pastor who had lived in my home town was stabbed by the Zodiak, when attending the same college I did. He was with his girlfriend at Lake Berryessa, and the guy stabbed both of them. The girl died, but Brian survived.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-89155740237631025302015-05-25T08:53:09.623-07:002015-05-25T08:53:09.623-07:00You rode too? I guess we all sowed some wild oat...You rode too? I guess we all sowed some wild oats when younger. I haven't ridden in years either. Here in Oregon, you don't have to pay to renew the motorcycle endorsement check box. If we did, I wouldn't renew mine either.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-79767963997872129722015-05-25T08:51:33.955-07:002015-05-25T08:51:33.955-07:00There's a lot to be said for boring. Much saf...There's a lot to be said for boring. Much safer!Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-62484499199523060912015-05-25T06:29:39.851-07:002015-05-25T06:29:39.851-07:00Boy, you have had some interesting experiences. I ...Boy, you have had some interesting experiences. I only road a motorcycle once and I wrecked it in some woods. Didn't get hurt except for some bruises and never rode one again. My life is boring and I kind of like it that way.Live and Learnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13493777474885053903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-14647439241554441872015-05-25T05:46:45.498-07:002015-05-25T05:46:45.498-07:00What a story! When we changed our residency last ...What a story! When we changed our residency last year to Texas and I tranfered my driver's license, I didn't pay to have the motorcycle endorsement transferred as well. Doubt if I ever ride again so it wasn't worth the $$$. Your adventures were much more exciting then my riding days!The Odd Essayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17168404014947652773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-27113978271345103822015-05-25T04:57:00.642-07:002015-05-25T04:57:00.642-07:00Thank you for sharing such a personal story. It br...Thank you for sharing such a personal story. It breaks my heart how you were treated by your father. I can't imagine my father taunting me. I love the image of you riding the stairs and being stopped by cops for a chat. Thank heaven you never met the Zodiac killer, my dear. That was a frightening time.Darla M Sandshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18212760625717298992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-63209531621098852822015-05-25T00:40:05.883-07:002015-05-25T00:40:05.883-07:00Thanks for sharing your happenings back in the ear...Thanks for sharing your happenings back in the early 60's. Oh gosh, you lived to tell the tale :) good on you..what fun you must have had being 'free' as the wind.<br />Have owned 2 motorbikes, a mini one which I used to do my 'rounds' on. Many years later we bought a big black one, that was fun, sold now.Margaret Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14074619859060647600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-8517979280272432042015-05-24T20:09:11.174-07:002015-05-24T20:09:11.174-07:00They are dangerous, Andrew. As I was driving home...They are dangerous, Andrew. As I was driving home this evening, two guys zoomed by, at high speed, on bikes, both popped wheelies, one while standing, on a city street. Showing off.Strayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-63834636223135597852015-05-24T19:15:08.731-07:002015-05-24T19:15:08.731-07:00They are dangerous vehicles. I once had use of a H...They are dangerous vehicles. I once had use of a Honda 90, which I liked. The bike was upgraded to a Kawasaki 250 and it seemed too powerful to me. We didn't ride much on the roads, mostly in paddocks and bush tracks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-61184934380608715072015-05-24T14:58:51.255-07:002015-05-24T14:58:51.255-07:00Oh my gosh, EC. I can picture that. How awful, t...Oh my gosh, EC. I can picture that. How awful, the worst thing to follow on a motorcycle! When I road behind that guy in Alaska, who eventually let me take his bike out on my own, for a high speed spin, he'd picked me up after I'd done a solo backpack trip. I wore my pack clutching him from behind tight as I could, but the pull of the wind on that backpack was terrible! I thought IStrayerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08124298302997708537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29172782.post-1825239981601932502015-05-24T14:54:18.319-07:002015-05-24T14:54:18.319-07:00Oh the memories...
We rode (over 700 km) to see th...Oh the memories...<br />We rode (over 700 km) to see the smaller portion's parents (my first meeting with them). Coming into Brisbane we followed a cattle truck. All of the cows had upset tummies, which splattered out of the truck and onto us. Losing it in the gravel is one thing, but I had visions of us losing it in the cow crap.<br />It was a truly vile trip. We did the trip in a day, Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.com