Yikes - My Bike

I have no idea how this got started or why, but cars were washed in the back yard of the Idylwood house.

Mom or Dad or Grampa would turn slightly right off the driveway and drive past the garage and washhouse and then turn left and park under the live oak tree. The car was then in the wash rack.

Grampa Barrett was finishing his carwash when I came home from a bike ride, maybe returning from school - who knows?

Anyhow I laid my bike down in the side yard like I always did and went inside the house. Grampa having finished washing his car, cranked it up and started backing it back to the side of the garage to get to the driveway. Crunch! He ran over my bike!

He didn’t even stop so he got it with the rear tire and then the front tire.

Yaaarrrggghhhh.

I should have parked it somewhere else.