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I was going to be in the army for another year and a half. I was young - didn't have a clue what I wanted to do with my life. Not sure I expected to see her ever again. I was too young to see that far ahead.
So we parted. I kept her rented room. Andrew moved in with me to help share the rent. Andrew was a clerk typist at Headquarters. When I bought my motorcycle Andrew went out and bought one also, a used Japanese model. First-off he and a friend the postal clerk
went right out for a ride and blew a tire, in drive-time traffic on the George Washington Memorial Parkway. They went sliding down the highway at sixty miles on hour on their asses in traffic. They were sore but not really injured, and the bike other than some scratch marks, remained in pretty good shape as well. We did some riding together. We went off-roading now and then. I even had an outfit, brown leather boots called Acme Andrew had ordered from Kansas or Nebraska out-where he was from. I bought a sheepskin jacket and some brown leather gloves. It got cold in the autumn.
Where I lived maybe on 22nd Street, I would park my bike at the corner intersection, where the neighbors that had bikes also parked them in a bunch. I would leave for work at five-thirty AM, and starting my bike that early with the noise, I would feel bad vibes. So I got to rolling it down the hill east toward the river, at least a block and getting up pretty good speed, before putting it in gear letting out the clutch and starting up.
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