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Old 08-22-2008, 06:18 PM   #31
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The Roommate:

My college roommate (one of two in the three-bedroom apartment we shared) rode a Honda Hawk (400? 450?) and wanted to get in on the fun and the money. I got him a job with my company and taught him a thing or two about DC's bizarre street layouts. Three or four weeks into his new job, I'm driving up New York Avenue on a delivery and I come across his banged up Honda laying in the street, a MetroBus with it's flashers on and some fresh-looking scratches on the side, and three police cars. Oh, and an ambulance just pulling away. Cops told me he smacked the side of the bus, crashed, and the bus ran over his leg. I went straight to the hospital to see how he was. Well, not exactly STRAIGHT. I did deliver my package first.

He got a job at a restaurant after that. We fixed up his Honda and he rode afterwards, but his Courier career lasted less than a month - I did it for over two years while taking classes at night. Later, he got into drugs pretty heavy, and at one of my birthday parties (Halloween - always a party on my birthday) he dropped acid and his personality changed overnight. We ended up throwing him out of the apartment.

Patrick, my other roommate and best friend, was killed by a drunk driver that Fall (Man oh man I still miss that guy) and I moved back home with my parents and my little brother for a while.

The Little Brother:

My brother Andrew is almost 5 years younger than me, which gave me the opportunity to be a bad influence on him when I was 20 or 21 and he was 15 or 16….

I don’t remember the make or model of Andrew’s first dirt bike – it was an 80 or 100cc something or other. I do remember that we bought it from a kid down the road one day while our parents were out shopping, and “surprised’ them with the purchase ($150, if memory serves) when they got home. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, etc etc.

They were only mad for a couple of days, as I recall – my mother had always considered me a daredevil, starting with the time, at age 12, I built a ramp of plywood and cinderblocks, had five younger neighborhood kids lie down on the street and jumped them all on my Schwinn with the banana seat and sissy bar. The kids were not injured (I cleared them by five feet – I wish there had been TEN little kids hanging around that day), but the handlebars of the bicycle came loose when I hit the ramp and I landed on my head, requiring stitches. I still have the scar.

And there were two times as a teenager that I was taken to the emergency room in an ambulance (one was a skateboard thing and one involved a big huge inner-tube from some massive construction vehicle). So I guess my mother had SOME reason to be worried, but then, she never bought into the “Joey is immortal” thing like I did…

Ok, back to the little brother story, which is at least marginally related to the Courier stories:

We lived in Brandywine, MD – out in the country with a big cornfield next to our house, high-tension power lines about a mile away, and enough woods in between that we could snake our way between the house and the power lines without going on any roads. We did have to ride in a little stream for about 100 yards to go through the tunnel underneath the four lanes of Route 5, but that was part of the adventure.

So after riding around Washington Monday through Friday, I’d wake my brother up early on Saturday mornings and we’d head out for the power lines. Although we had to cross several roads (Route 301 among them), we never had to ride on any, and we could make our way all over Southern Maryland. I remember maybe two occasions where his bike broke down and I towed him back home using a rope tied between my rear frame and his handlebars. Through several miles of dirt trails, water crossings, road crossings, and then back though the tunnel. He remembers it as his motorcycle breaking down and having to be towed home EVERY time we went out, but that can’t be the case….

In the winter, when it would snow, we’d tie a long rope to the back of my SP400 and take turns pulling each other across the cornfield stubble on a sled. Or sometimes on Burch Hill Road next to the cornfield. Until a car came by, anyway. It’s the simple pleasures in life that really matter, don’t you think?

I somehow got my hands on a used YZ125 during this time and would go blasting through the woods at high speeds. Andrew would take it out once in a while by himself, and became pretty good at hauling ass through the trails…… Well, until the day he was doing a wheelie in third gear and flipped over backwards, breaking his wrist and bending the new handlebars I had JUST installed. The bone was sticking out of the skin and he had to walk the half-mile or so through the woods back to the house, bleeding and crying and, apparently, to my very observant big-brother eyes, in some serious pain.

Our parents weren’t home, so I had to take him to the emergency room. We had two choices for transportation to the hospital – my SP400 or the completely original and bone-stock 1953 Chevy pick-up our Dad had for hauling stuff around. We chose the truck, but considering what a rough-riding sum-bitch that truck was, I believe we probably should have taken the bike. We bounced and jarred ourselves all the way to the hospital, making him cry even more. I got home after dark so waited until the next day to go fetch the bike, which laid on it's side for 18 hours with no ill effects.

To this day he claims that the throttle stuck as a result of something I did wrong when changing the handlebars. He’s crazy, that kid.

I drew a little motorcycle on his cast. With bent handlebars.



(two or three more installments......stay tuned.....)
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Old 08-22-2008, 07:34 PM   #32
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Just great stuff....reminds me of so much BMXing in my town (I was the "wheelie king" to younger kids I find out later--wish I'd known then--though it'd a made my head even bigger than it was)...local sand pits, the Morris Canal, the power lines, stunting into the empty community pool...ah, you bring it all back...
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I've got to show this to my neighbor. He's a motorcycle messenger in Los Angeles on a 1000cc Kawasaki.

And keep 'em coming...my office is intrigued.
Wow I'd love to hear some of his stories! L.A is so spread out.....

Washington DC is a square (well, with one corner cut off that belongs to Northern Virginia) that is only about ten miles on a side, I think. A long trip back in those days, in that place, was 6 or 7 miles. Most trips were a mile or 2 or 3.

I did run into Northern Virginia pretty often, including picking up small packages or documents from National Airport (the airport is like 2 or 3 miles from the White House which is only a couple of miles from the Capital, etc). I would just pull around the barriers and park in the lot reserved for members of Congress. If the guards asked me what the hell I was doing, I'd just say that I was making a pickup for Tip O'Neill. "Oh....Uh....Ok. Make it quick....".

I bet security around there is different now. I remember going into the Pentagon and leaving my helmet on. I think I did flip up the tinted shield though....

Come to think of it, I believe the only two places I took my helmet off were at CIA HQ and when going inside the White House - if just going to the side door of the White House I was allowed to leave it on.... So I guess I should have said earlier that I ALMOST never took it off.

As for your office being intrigued, I am very flattered and pleased that so many are enjoying the stories. Washington DC is really such a small place that if you hung out there for any length of time you were bound to see or run into politicians and other notables. I remember picking up passports and visas for people whose names I recognized at the time (names that escape me now, so many years later). And security was practically non-existent - someone earlier in the thread had a friend who was a bicycle courier in the 90's and the guards would let him bypass the metal detectors at the Capital Building. When I was there, there weren't any metal detectors!

A lot of the cool stuff that I saw or did back then was because I was truly a lunatic on two wheels in an environment where the cops just looked the other way (I am such a conservative rider today that the ZRX I just sold still had the outermost chicken strips on the tires after 1,700 miles - funny how passing 40 changes your perspective). Sometimes I was just lucky, and sometimes I got chosen for special assignments because I was somewhat educated and well spoken - this was the case in my next installment, one of the coolest things I've ever done, on or off of a motorcycle. I'll post it up over the weekend (I have this whole thing in a Word Doc and I'm pasting pieces as I go along).

Then the last story I'll post is simply a coincidence - being in the right place at the right time......or maybe wrong place at the wrong time.....
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Just great stuff....reminds me of so much BMXing in my town (I was the "wheelie king" to younger kids I find out later--wish I'd known then--though it'd a made my head even bigger than it was)...local sand pits, the Morris Canal, the power lines, stunting into the empty community pool...ah, you bring it all back...
Mmm. I remember my brother and I stunt-riding off the diving board, into a full community pool.... 1973. Montgomery, AL.....

All the cool stuff you and I and thousands of others did back before the term "BMX" was even invented! Give us a Mountain bike today with some suspension and 21 speeds? We could jump over 11 little kids. Make that 12!

When I was 15 I used my paper-route money to buy a unicycle, and taught myself to ride it over the course of one summer. Now there's an interesting skill that is really quite useless - although I did dream of running away to join the circus, since I had (still have, I think) a true circus-like "skill". I can't juggle though. Not even a little bit.
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Mmm. I remember my brother and I stunt-riding off the diving board, into a full community pool.... 1973. Montgomery, AL.....

All the cool stuff you and I and thousands of others did back before the term "BMX" was even invented! Give us a Mountain bike today with some suspension and 21 speeds? We could jump over 11 little kids. Make that 12!

When I was 15 I used my paper-route money to buy a unicycle, and taught myself to ride it over the course of one summer. Now there's an interesting skill that is really quite useless - although I did dream of running away to join the circus, since I had (still have, I think) a true circus-like "skill". I can't juggle though. Not even a little bit.
This was between 1979 and 84...the power lines and sand pits were "owned" by the MXers, but we were in right in there with 'em and they didn't roost us.

Sorry...not hijacking--I just thought if I tell a story of my own, it might peek more of yours, for when you wrap up the thread.

The entrance to the canal/pits/power lines was right down the end of my street--same with the closed community pool.

The pool was unique. There was sand at the shallow end and it gradually got deeper, with sloping sides becoming ever steeper from zero degrees to ninety degrees.

We'd jump in perpendicular to the side of the pool, then jet up the other side, get vertical, do a 180 and go back down then up the other side. Usually we'd just jump out and "horse" back onto level ground. Sometimes we'd just let our bike fly and land on our feet, like we flew out of the pool.

I tried to jump in once, but instead of perpendicular to the side...almost parallel. The result was a near disaster. My tires never caught on the steep edge and the bike just flew out from under me as I smashed my face and removed my left eyebrow on the corner of the pool.

I was stunned and laughing, my best pal was so horrified that I had to help him get his bike through the hole in the fence. We arrived home with my hamburger eyebrow (and more, of course). By this stage in life my mom just said, "Oh Billy...just go clean yourself up". No hugs, no kisses, just exasperation...it took a BB in the head to get her excited
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JoeyBones - Thanks for your stories. I've enjoyed them. In 2001 I was assigned in DC for about a year. I lived in an apartment next to the Naval Archives at 8th and Pennsylvania. I brought a MZ Supermoto with me and that was pretty much my transportation. It was lots of fun, but could be hairy at times with the crazed drivers around there. But did enjoy motoring all those interesting street grids. I thought the cops were pretty tolerant to motorcyclists, too. They often told me where to park to avoid ticketing.

Anyway, thanks again. A fun read.
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There’s actually a little “prequel” to this installment – when I was 17 and 18, I lived in Montgomery, AL and my only mode of transport was a Suzuki TS185 (I actually have a pic of me on that one - just need to scan it and post it). For fun on weekends I’d explore off-road riding opportunities, and found a GREAT riding place – an old abandoned quarry with trails all around it. LOTS of fun. But, ummm, the only way that I knew to get there was to ride a mile or two down the railroad tracks. And when I say “down the railroad tracks” I mean “DOWN THE RAILROAD TRACKS”. Right down the middle – there was a lot of dense underbrush right close on both sides of the tracks. Bumpity-bumpity-bump-bump-bump.

Ok. Maybe it wasn’t the ONLY way I knew how to get there, but it was certainly the most EFFICIENT way to get there….

Three or four times I did meet a freight train coming the other way, and I would simply swing over to the inside of the right-hand rail and take a hard left, driving over the left-hand rail and wedging myself up against the aforementioned dense brush until the train had passed. Looking back, I am sure I gave more than one Train Engineer a heart attack, and when I think about the possibility of slipping on the rail, taking a spill and laying there while a train bears down on me…. Well anyway I’d like to here and now formally apologize to those Train Engineers. And to my mother, who never knew about it and hopefully won't read this.

Ok. Back to the Courier story……

Post-Newsweek Stations was a group of three TV stations owned by The Washington Post and Newsweek – one in Hartford, one in Miami and the other in Detroit. The Washington DC "bureau" of PNS was a regular customer of the Courier company I worked for and I had made deliveries for them a bunch of times.

In preparation for the Ronald Reagan Inauguration Extravaganza in 1981 (many many parties etc. over a four day period), PNS asked my company if they could hire me on a daily, rather than per trip basis. The money was good and it sounded like fun so we set it up. They had a small studio on South Capital street, and there were two places where they uploaded video via satellite – one in upper Northwest (Connecticut Avenue) and one near the Washington Monument / Smithsonian Institute (L'Enfant Plaza).

The very first order of business was to give me an "all access pass" for my motorcycle – a large plastic card, issued by the Secret Service, that I taped across the front of my gauges. This pass gave me the right to cross police lines, drive on closed roads, and park anywhere I felt like during the four days. Well, I already parked wherever I felt like but for a few days I was OFFICIAL! I was a member of the PRESS!

The routine quickly became pretty clear. The PNS folks, led by a very funny and nice guy named Richard Schlesinger, would do interviews or shoot video of meetings, proclamations, dances, parties, protests, whatever – then they would hand me the video tape, I'd drop it in my saddlebag (actually a Washington Star Newspaper delivery shoulder-bag strapped on the side of my Suzuki) and scoot off to the satellite uplink location. Sometimes I'd zoom to Connecticut Avenue and sometimes I'd zoom to L'Enfant Plaza, depending on where they had satellite time booked. It was always a close call – it seemed like every interview ended ten minutes before their satellite "appointment". I was HUSTLING all day long, but got to stand behind the cameraman during the interview or whatever. By the middle of the second day I was holding lights and pulling cables, then grabbing the video tape and FLYING across town. I could get the video across town in ten or fifteen minutes while the PNS van would take twenty-five, thirty or more.

There's nothing more exciting than speeding through town, approaching a roadblock where the road is closed for some upcoming ceremony, having the cops check out the Secret Service pass, and then move the barriers to wave you through. I got to see our new President and First Lady from less than 50 feet away, I got to shake hands with Wayne Newton, and I got to drive like a friggin’ maniac with the official endorsement (in my mind anyway) of the U.S Government.

The pressure to reduce the delivery time of these video tapes was pretty intense. I really think they must have scheduled the interviews and things for RIGHT before their satellite bookings! Sometimes we would all meet at the studio on South Capital St. while tapes were edited, and then I'd grab them and zip off to the satellite place. On the third day, I came into town extra early and did a little reconnaissance. When we all met at the studio for breakfast I was pleased to tell Richard that "I found a shortcut to L'Enfant Plaza, but if a train comes I'm SCREWED". He laughed until tears came to his eyes, and immediately called three or four people to tell them the story.

Driving down those railroad tracks between South Capital Street and L'Enfant Plaza saved me a ton of time – I could make that trip in 5 minutes flat. And the train never came along while I was on the tracks. These were freight train tracks, not the Metro / Subway, thank goodness. If one HAD come along, I figured I could turn sharp enough to cross one of the rails and get out of the way (now you see why I wrote the “prequel” up above).

A couple of years after the Reagan Inauguration, Richard moved on to other reporting jobs. The PNS Group sold off some stations and bought others, and I think the railroad tracks may have gone away too, taken over by some development company.

Years later, I saw Richard Schlesinger on "60 Minutes", and CBS News, and he can be seen now on CBS' "48 hours". He's won some Emmy awards. I wish I had stayed in touch with him!
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He stops dead in my lane, his car at a 90-degree angle to my line of travel, looking out the drivers-side window with that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
Why in hell do they do that? If they'd just keep moving (or stop sooner)

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Joey, go drop him an email. I bet it can be had. He'd shit chickens if he heard from you. In his mind you're the celebrity.

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The Very Minor Brush With History, Sort Of….:

It was no big deal to see the presidential motorcade cruising through town. Reagan really liked goin' places. The motorcade always had two or three motorcycle cops in front, then a police car, then three black limo's, then two black Suburbans followed by another police car and two more motorcycles. The Presidential limo had the roof raised by about 6" so it was very distinctive. They never used sirens, but the motorcycle cops would ride ahead, stop in the middle of each intersection and stop traffic for a minute in all directions, taking off again just as the procession came into the intersection. I probably saw that motorcade six or seven times between the inauguration and the event I'm about to describe here…..

So I'm tooling westbound on H street with a packet of documents in my saddlebag. It was Monday afternoon, March 30th, 1981. As I approached the intersection of 17th street, I had a green light and was doing my usual 40 or 45 miles an hour. Suddenly a lone Police motorcycle came flying into the intersection (from my right, crossing in front of me) with his lights on but no siren. The driver held his hands up, palms outward to stop traffic, but never even slowed down. I locked up my rear wheel and slid into the intersection, stopping less than ten feet from the path of the motorcycle cop (I remember him looking at me as he went by - they wore open-faced helmets). Right behind that motorcycle cop came the Presidential limo, one black Suburban and one Police car. They were HAULING ASS, and it was certainly odd to see a truncated version of the motorcade. At that point on 17th street, you're only a block from the White House gate on Pennsylvania Avenue. Not moving because I expected more limo’s and cops to be following them (it turned out there weren’t), I watched as the limo came to a screeching halt just before the gate, paused a second, then peeled off on a hard right, heading Westbound on Pennsylvania Avenue at full throttle. The Suburban and the police car followed. The motorcycle cop had already entered the gates – he circled around and took off after the limo.

Sure that something weird was going on, I drove the last block or two to my next stop – the Associated Press offices. When I got there the place was in pandemonium – people yelling into phones and running around, and several people huddled over the teletype machine. I had a guy sign for my package and asked him what the hell was going on. He told me that someone had just shot at the President up at the Washington Hilton, that Reagan was not hit and was now back at the White House. I told him what I had seen just a few minutes earlier – and that in my opinion the President was most certainly NOT back at the White House. He called over his manager and had me repeat the story. This guy was pretty sharp – he saw immediately that something was wrong and told the first guy I was talking to that he needed to run over to George Washington University Hospital right away just in case. The Hospital was just a few blocks from the White House – right up Pennsylvania Avenue in the direction the limo had headed.

I decided to hang around for a bit and see what happened. A few minutes later, the teletype machine announced that Reagan had indeed been shot, and was being taken to GWU Hospital. It seems that he was being shoved into the limo when the bullet struck him, and at first he just thought he had broken a rib or something. Right before they got to the White House he coughed up some blood.

Thanks to me I guess, the guys from AP had a little head start in the Press's mad dash to George Washington University Hospital that afternoon!

The next day I rode up to the Washington Hilton and saw the blood stains on the sidewalk where the shooting took place – two officers and Press Secretary James Brady were shot during the assassination attempt.

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So that's the end of my courier stories. All 100% true. It was a wild couple of years and I've always wanted to put them in writing. I may send them off to a magazine someday and see what happens - although to be honest most of the motorcycle couriers at that time were just as nuts as me, and some probably more so. I'm sure there are many untold stories out there.

Eventually I found myself working part-time as a courier, part time as a Sales person for a Kawasaki / Suzuki dealership (Clinton Cycles), and still taking classes when I could. When my trusty Suzuki was stolen (recovered by the police one day later but totaled), I replaced it with a GS450E. But I only drove the 450 as a courier for a few weeks before "retiring" from the life - if I couldn't drive up some steps once in a while I just wasn't interested.

That GS450E figures in another adventure – 1,500 miles from Miami to Atlanta (for a 24 hour visit with a lady friend) to Washington in 72 hours. But that’s another story for another time.

In 2001, I trailered a Yamaha TW200 to my old stomping grounds in Brandywine, MD, and spent a day exploring the old trails under the power lines. Growth and development had cut off some parts of where we used to ride, but I had a blast and will go back some day on a KLR or the like (anyone in Maryland – go to where Burch Hill Rd meets Branch Ave / Rt. 5. If you ignore the No Trespassing signs you should be able to make your way off-road all the way to the Patuxent river).

I fell in love with the early-eighties KZ1000R Eddie Lawson Replica, but couldn't afford it and would certainly be dead by now if I had been able to buy such a beast at that age and with the attitude I had – this explains why my last motorcycle, just sold a couple of weeks ago, was a 1999 ZRX 1100 (Green of course).

Another bike I lusted after back then, sitting there in the Clinton Cycles showroom, was the Suzuki GS850G. Fast forward from 1982 to last week - I just found a pristine, garage-kept, 100% original, time-capsule example of a 1979 GS850G in Florida with only 13,800 miles on it. I’m going to go pick it up in the next couple of weeks and drop some posts into both the Old Skool and Road Warrior threads. Next year I’ll park a GS or RT or Gold Wing or KLR or something else new right next to it (I have no idea what I want next, hence the Suzuki purchase to help me “figure it out”).

Last summer I was in Washington, DC on business, and found myself driving past the Supreme Court….

In my Jeep…..

Looking at those steps…….
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