What’s the single dumbest, or dangerous, thing you’ve ever done? It must be a sure sign of advancing years because I’ve thought about this for awhile and came up with one that’s a real whopper. That’s fit to print, that is. It’s deeply imprinted in to my memory.
It was about 1972, during the reckless, halcyon days of my youth in central Florida. My only means of reliable, rapid conveyance was still two wheels. However, my legs where the motor. We weren’t a wealthy family, so, the brand new Western Auto 3 speed bicycle was lovingly cared for because I knew that there’d never be another while I was under their roof. I thought I was hot stuff on that magnificent metal steed pedaling around Titusville with nary a care in the world. Well, things were about to get a lot hotter.
One sunny midsummer day, out of sheer boredom, I decided I wanted to go to the beach and not ask for a ride. At that time my parents house was 24 miles from doorstep to Playalinda Beach. “No car. No problem.”, I thought, “It only takes about 30 minutes to drive there, right? Sure, it’ll take longer, but how hard can it be?” Famous Last Words.
My long time High School pal and partner in crime that day, Shirley, said she’d like to tag along or maybe I coerced her. I can’t remember. She was an adventurous
sucker soul any way. We left early the next morning planning on spending the whole day lounging on the sand, lunching by the shore and swimming in the waves. Well, four hours later, we drug our worn out, dehydrated, deeply burnt carcasses up from the road onto the dunes. I swear I could hear the fiddler crabs laugh as they ran away to their muddy burrows. We looked out over the crashing waves, and in hoarse unison proclaimed, “Look how late it is! Guess we’d better start back!”
So after yet another four hours of beating sun, grueling pavement, vultures circling overhead, we made it to our respective homes. Do you know neither one of us could be touched on our backs for at least a week?! That was really stupid on my part. It was very fortunate that neither of us got sun poisoning.
And Shirley didn’t speak to me for a whole week. Not until our next adventure any how. Bless her heart!