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Anybody have interesting short stories they want to contribute to while away the winter hours? I have lots to share. Here's one.
In 1966, when I was nineteen and on my way back home on a 1500 mile ride, I was traveling through rural Quebec on my 1965 Honda Super Hawk My master link in my chain came apart. I had to walk to a neighboring farm to get help. The two men who worked the farm there spoke no English whatsoever but somehow understood what I needed. They had a master link from an old barn manure bucket that fit well enough for me to get on my way. Body English and sign language managed to convey the meaning of my dilemma.
In 1966, when I was nineteen and on my way back home on a 1500 mile ride, I was traveling through rural Quebec on my 1965 Honda Super Hawk My master link in my chain came apart. I had to walk to a neighboring farm to get help. The two men who worked the farm there spoke no English whatsoever but somehow understood what I needed. They had a master link from an old barn manure bucket that fit well enough for me to get on my way. Body English and sign language managed to convey the meaning of my dilemma.