The end of summer was here. Vic walked slowly to the bus stop, ready for his first day at college. He was a bit surprised to find that “oh, gosh, school again?!” attitude in his system. He really was looking forward to college. His plan to become an engineer had started when he was young: Vic just enjoyed building, designing, and yes, sometimes tearing apart things to see what made them tick.
The loud growl of a motorcycle behind him almost disguised the “thunk” he heard. Swinging around, he saw a crowd rushing to a guy on the street. Coming straight towards him, with no one chasing it, was a beautiful, classic 1928 Harley Davidson motorcycle. Vic shook his head and looked again. Not only was there no one trying to stop it, there was no one riding it, either.
“No time to think,” Vic thought to himself. “Thank heavens I can handle this.” With that thought, he reached out and grabbed the right handlebar, balancing his other hand on the left side of the seat. Bouncing a few times on his toes, he vaulted onto the seat, straddled the bike, and grabbed the left handlebar with his now free left hand. Slowing the bike down, he avoided hitting the rubbish bin at the corner, and avoided Ms. Pepper’s chihuahua, who was yapping frantically at all the commotion.
Making a u-turn at the next intersection, Vic headed back to the scene of the getaway Harley. “Hey,” commented the man that the crowd had obviously cared for, “you got my bike. How in the heck did you do it? I mean, I saw what you did, but how did you do it.?”
A bit embarrassed by all the attention he was getting, Vic introduced himself and explained that gymnastics was one of his favorite sports during school. Restoring and riding motorcycles was another. “This is a wicked bike you have right here,” he told the rider, who by now was on his feet and able to ride. “It’s a real piece of history.”
In response to the inquiry of where he was headed, Vic explained it was the first day of college, and that his first class, history, would probably be missed because the bus had already gone. “No problem,” said the bike’s owner, “put on that extra helmet, and I’ll get you to school. While we’re there, you can show off this bike and give them a history lesson on Harley Davidson.”
“Sounds good,” Vic said as they took off. “Motorcycles certainly can liven up the day.”