My Jerry Lewis Story...

knew I'd have one, right?

But actually it's not Jerry.. it's about his son, (I've forgotten which one).

Jerry's son used to come to my ranch every year to go 'frogging'. We never became 'friends', exactly, but we knew each other. One year on one of his visits I had just purchased a spanking new Honda 90 Trail Bike... and he wanted to ride it - insuring me he was an accomplished motorcycle rider.

We were in my Dad's driveway.. both of us around 14, 15 maybe? His son hopped aboard and released the clutch - and chaos ensued. Barely missed an Italian Cypress, then swerved just in time to miss the mailbox, then went down in a heap where the driveway met the road.

Scratched my 'new' Honda from front to rear.

I think he was 'accident prone'. On a separate trip he stepped on a piece of glass at our 'beach', (yes, we had a beach, Pete's Beach)... and my Mom had to give him first aid... after which he was taken to the emergency room for repairs.

On the 'motorcycle incident' I actually felt sorry for him - - even though he scratched my new motorcycle up. Lot of my friends were witness and the ribbing he took was violent.