the seat..i was constantly being tossed around like a rag doll..the stop and go traffic was terrible..we would race forward at each green light, passing other cars and screeching to a halt at the next red light. uncle bill drove like he was a man possessed taking most corners on two wheels. i was more than happy to see that dirt road coming up..the one they lived on as we arrived safely in a cloud of dust.
aunt cora cooked a wonderful meal..we enjoyed our afternoon there. that was the first and the last time i rode with uncle bill..a wild ride i will never forget.
in this photo i am certain 