The Scrambler

The Scrambler

 

If you’ve never owned a Motorcycle, I recommend you try it at least once in your life. Recently,  old Buffalo Bob got him one and a few years ago my friend Gary got him one. They give you a natural high when your’re out there riding them. Here’s my Motocycle story from a while ago.

 

The Scrambler

 

In 1966, when I was lining in an apartment in Borger, Texas, my roommate Bob bought himself a silver 305 Honda Scrambler motorcycle in Amarillo, Texas. I liked his so well, that I went over the next weekend and bought an orange one for myself. We both paid $750 cash for the Scramblers and another $20 for a Bell Helmet. At the apartment, we had to secure the motorcycles to the stair case with a chain and lock and the landlord was complaining, so we rented a house in Phillips. Texas and moved out. The house had a garage with it where we locked up the motorcycles.

 

The day I got the Scrambler, I drove it out to my Mom and Dads house with Bob. My Dad had been trying to get me to go in with him to buy a new boat,so when he saw the bike, he just stomped off and went into the house. We talked to my Mom for a while and went riding in the country. I guess my Mom had gnawed on my Dad some, because when we got back, he was sitting on the steps of my apartment. He apologized for acting like an ass. A few weeks later he bought the new boat and asked me to go fishing with him.

 

Bob and I rode those bikes all over the country and did some serious hill climbing down around Dixon Creek. The bikes had a top speed of 65 mph on the highway, but out in the country, they were hell on wheels. Nothing felt better than to have chick holding on tight to you with the warmth of her body pressing against you while you cruised in the country. We had more fun with those bikes than you can ever imagine. One evening we rode the bikes to the water treatment station down the long hill behind Philtex Plant. On the way back up the hill, we turned the corner near the top and it was covered with loose gravel. Bob lost his bike and slid in the gravel for about 50 feet. His bike was all skinned up, but Bob had a lot of the hide scraped off of him too. He and the bike were able to ride home that night, but I don’t believe Bob ever felt safe on the bike after that.

 

I have told several stories with Bob in them and I just realized that I don’t have a single picture of the guy I roomed with for about 2 years. I will look in my old high school annuals so you maybe can meet Bob.

 

When I got my orders to go to Viet Nam, I sold the Scrambler for $700 after owning it for almost 2 years.

 

imageAn orange 305 Honda Scrambler similar to the one I owned in 1967.

 

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A silver 305 Honda Scrambler similar to the one Bob owned in 1967.

 

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Meet Bob, my roommate and good friend from 1966 through 1968.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading The Scrambler,
Hawg Jaw Bill