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Her friends were Antioch College types who were very anti-Vietnam war. I was very anti-war, but I couldn't go to demonstrations because if I got found out I would be in serious trouble. I saw Johnson on Pennsylvania Avenue, think his inauguration parade. He looked like a mafioso in a bullet proof limousine and there were were military snipers on the roof tops.
At some point I bought a BSA English motorcycle, one-lunger as was said, or single cylinder. I remember I was looking for some kind of identity then, but didn't think of it as that. MaryJ and I would ride around on the bike. One time we rode a long way down the Georgetown canal walk path. What a beautiful ride until we were told that motorcycles were illegal, by what may have been some Dutch diplomatic family.
The most memorable instance was when we were leaving from in front of our place. MaryJ would sit on a small pillow behind me. This was when I first got the bike and it being my first motor cycle I was unused to the clutch on the handle bars. It was a pretty bike with chrome fenders and stainless steel gas tank. We pulled into the street and turned left and my hand slipped off the clutch.
The front end reared up like a wheelie throwing both MaryJ and myself off the bike. She landed in the street on her butt sitting on the pillow. I refused to let the bike go, hanging on to the handle bars and running along side it. The problem was as the front was up in the air, I could not get up high enough to twist my wrist down to
de-accelerate the handle bar throttle.
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