Found some pics of a trip I took with Attila and Ildico to the top of Santiago Peak in 1978. Drove my old '66 Bug. That thing could go anywhere.
They sure were great pups.
Here's a shot (click on the photo to enlarge it; look at the center) of my little brother Ray and me. Ray had just bought himself an old motorcycle, and he had just got it to start. Boy was he happy. He road it around for a while. Then he asked me if I wanted to take a spin.
So I did. [Actually, I now think the guy to the left is my other little bro, Ron.]
I had ridden the thing for maybe two minutes when I heard Ray screaming. I couldn't tell what he was saying, though, later, I learned that it was, "You're on fire!"
I soon figured that out for myself. Somehow, the thing had caught fire, and it didn't look good. I laid it down.
Almost immediately, it was engulfed in flames. My mother had heard Ray screaming (imagine that) and managed to call the fire department. Apparently, she was convinced that someone was actually on fire.
The fire department showed up after a while. By then, an oak tree had caught fire. But they got it out. There was nothing left of Ray's motorcycle. I was burned, but not badly. I think I've got a scar on my hand from that day. Maybe.
I do believe that this episode set my mom back some. Poor thing.
There were many such episodes, where my brother Ray was concerned.
As I recall, Ray tried to blame me for the incident. That was typical of him.
Over the subsequent years, I often lent my bro money. I knew I'd never see any of it again.
The last time I saw him was the night I picked him up from county jail. It was maybe 2 or 3 in the morning. He had lost some teeth. He didn't look good.
He wanted to go to a Del Taco, so we went there. He loved that crap.
That night, as I recall, he asked me when I was gonna pay him all the money I owed him.
I just smiled.
Ronny, Ildy, Ray, and Attila, 1978.