When Bob mistook a cat for his crash helmet I suggested perhaps it was time he gave up using his motor scooter.
The other day he climbed aboard back-to-front and wondered where the handlebars had gone! Last week he jumped on someone else’s machine and didn’t understand why his key didn’t fit. Remember that scooter in the middle of the village pond? Yes, that was Bob’s!
Hard to believe he once raced motorbikes. He did Route 66 on a Harley. He performed stunts and won numerous ‘best bike’ awards. Once he even…….watch out, here he comes!
Phew, that was close.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. C E Ayr provided the photo.
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So, there was this elderly woman (in her 80s) who worked in the building I was working in. They didn’t have the sense to make her retire. She mistook a trash can for another employee(she was talking to it) and drove on the wrong side of the road. Must have been related to Bob.
Talking to a trash can – I’d love to have seen that! Cheers, Denise.
Dear Keith,
Although the humor is at the forefront of this story, there’s an underlying tragedy. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Indeed it is Rochelle, but laughter is the best medicine they say,
Poor Bob. It’s difficult to admit those racing days are gone. Perhaps everyone could club together to get him something less dangerous, like a pedal bike or a push scooter.
Roller blades perhaps? Probably not!
Poor Bob. I hope he walks away from the scooter before he has to be carted away…
That remains to be seen! Thanks Trent
I really enjoyed your story on different levels. Humourous — yet it sounds too familiar. I have times when I know just how poor Bob must feel, like when I catch myself sticking the cream in the cupboard or see something on the counter and wonder how that got there.
So it’s not just Bob and me then!
I’d love to see Bob in action! Sounds so entertaining haha
Are you quite sure about that? Thanks Gisselle
Oh dear, Bob is sadly not alone. I fear an entire generation of baby boomers are still riding motorcycles😉 Humor helps us to keep it all on perspective. Great story!
Yes, WE are!!! Not me though! Cheers Elizabeth
It’s sad that we slowly lose our capacity for things at which we once excelled. Poor Bob! I admire his spirit, but he really ought to recognise his limitations before he kills somebody.
…hopefully not me! Cheers Penny
Oh dear, poor Bob. Maybe new glasses’ll help?
It’ll take more than that I fear!
This made me laugh out loud. Fun one, Keith 🙂
As I hoped it might! Thanks so much.
Serious subject, but made me laugh.
One can find humour in most things I find! Thanks Lady C.
Sounds like my Dad in his car, minus the awards, I wish he would stop driving a massive chunk of metal around the countryside when he can’t feel his legs! Good stuff as ever!
Wow, I’m glad I don’t live near you!
I live no where near him either!
Funny ending.
…not if you in his flight-path! Thanks Sascha
A story that should make me smile, but unfortunately to many fit the story like a glove. Last night I was involved in a conversation which mirrored this story
Oh dear. Sorry about that Mike.
Fortunately I retired my motorcycle and have resisted the urge to buy a motor scooter in my golden years. Otherwise, I’d probably have “Bob”-like stories for you to tell about me!
My late neighbour did in fact go from a Harley to a Suzuki 650-twin scooter when he got to 73. He was slightly in my mind when I wrote this!
I will be on the look out for him.
So you should! Cheers Danny
We have a friend who is retired but still rides. He hasn’t lost his ability yet, thank heaven.
So have I – it’s a mobilty scooter – pedestrians beware!
That is some scary stuff…
…tell me about it!!! Cheers Dale
perhaps it’s time for a new pair of glasses (pun intended.) 🙂
…or prescription biker goggles!
It’s hard to let go, but it’s definitely time for Bob to hang up his helmet 🙂
Just as long as he doesn’t accidentally hang up his cat!
I would think sticking a cat on his head would be a salutary lesson for poor Bob!
Indeed it would! Thanks CE
Sucks getting old…
Tell me about it! Cheers Tannille
I’d show this to my husband, but as the owner of two motor bikes, he wouldn’t believe I was dropping him a hint. Poor Bob
…which of ourse you wouldn’t be! Thanks Sandra.
Bob is getting old and it appears he is losing his mental faculty too.
I do try teling him! Cheers Abhijit
SO funny, Keith. Biker Bob, a legend in his own time 🙂
He is indeed, but not for all the right reasons!
My stepson lives in the Isle of Man – there are quite a few people there who ride bikes way past their capabilities.
Perhaps that’s why the cats there have no tails – they keep getting run over!
Someone take Bob’s keys away!!
Thanks for the chuckle 🙂
-Rachel
Good idea! Thanks Rachel
I really like the gentle way you tell Bob’s story, and with understanding. For me that side was more powerful than the humour.
That’s much appreciated, thank you.
Love it. I guess we all go that way in time.
Now what’s my password…?
Someting to look forward to – or not!
Perhaps a chauffeur would help. Tell Bob about the joys of Uber. 😊
Now that’s an idea!Cheers.
It’s time to take away Bob’s keys.
I couldn’t agree more! Thanks so much Dawn
Does that count as reliving your glory days?
That’s one way of looking at it! Thanks Alice
I’m not sure if that’s funny or sad. I like tragic comedies & comic tragedies. Good blend.
Take it whichever way you want! I just pleased that you read it and took the time to comment. Cheers!
My 91 year old mother has just passed her driving test and retains her full driving licence. There’s hope. Great story, even though poor Bob doesn’t seem to be having the luck my mum is.
That’s amazing! I wonder if I’ll be driving at that age. Thanks Margaret.
Nicely told Keith.
Thanks so much Violet
Don’t be like Bob. Mr. Magoo should be drastically restricted when it comes to those kinds of things.
Too right Larry!
Before my mother went totally demented she was out driving by herself at 4 AM in the morning, getting lost. Finally my sister said that she needed to borrow her car and never gave it back.
And only today was I talking about this eighty nine year old lady who refuses to stop driving around in a busy city in India. I thought she was a young eight four, so now I am even more impressed and worried at the same time. If I live to that age I am upgrading to a mobility scooter.
Having witnessed the traffic and hanging on for dear life in tuc-tucs in various Indian cities over the years, I’m not sure I’d want to drive there at my age let alone 84!
Poor Bob. It happens to the best of us.
So sad what is lost, but I like the humor.