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Pastimes : The Short Story Laboratory -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: abuelita who wrote (13)	5/26/2001 12:25:56 AM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 83

rosa, rosa, rosa- please keep those comments at the whisper level. kath musta heard it because she just made me vacuum the whole house, mop the kitchen and bathrooms, shake the throw rugs and sweep the porch, while she ran the steam cleaner. more of her fam dambly coming over <G> but it's ok... tomorrow I'M ON VACATION, till tuesday morning. yeeeee haaaaaaaw. <bursts into a sailing song> hoist up the john b. sails, see how the mainsail sets... ******************************************** here's my story for the laboratory tonight... when i was 13 i withdrew my life savings from the bank and bought myself a brand new honda 50 sport cycle. i took it to the reservation when i went to work for my brother (mr. hot-shot-new-private-pilot) at sweetwater trading post for the summer. against my better judgement, he talked me into letting him ride it one evening. after what seemed to me like the first sixty dark hours after a child is kidnapped (but was actually only about 40 minutes) i heard the scooter putting slowly back down from the mesa on the primitive dirt road to the store. when i saw him coming down the hill safely i breathed out all the bad air and the tension left. my heartbeat returned to normal and i was relieved. he pulled up slowly, got off the bike and leaned it on the kickstand. instead of explaining why he'd been gone so long, he launched into a long, melancholy story about how he took the scooter up to the dirt airstrip where he had the piper tripacer tied down; he said he stopped up at the high end of the runway by the plane and turned the bike around pointed down the runway. "i gave it everything it had... full throttle all the way down the strip," he said. "i got it up to 60 mph at the usual takeoff point and when i pulled back on the handlebars it was such a sad, sad feeling because it just wouldn't fly. <sob, sob>" he was really emotional about it, almost teary eyed. at first i almost fell for it. i'd never seen my brother this sensitive. all of a sudden my common sense and my knowledge of my older brother kicked in... "you wrecked my scooter, didn't you?" i fiercely scowled. "what?" he said, in an incredibly guilty attempt at innocence. "you wrecked my scooter, and you're telling me this diversionary, emotional story so i won't kill you, aren't you?" sure enough. i looked the bike over and the brake lever was bent and the right handle grip was scuffed and full of red reservation dirt. "i'll buy you some new parts at the honda shop when i go into town next week," he offered. "good!" i said, "you'd better." -polvo diablo