Stories from Grandma V- Keith at Thirteen... DRIVING!

When Keith was 13, Jack was in Southeast Asia. All year Keith had been begging for a motorcycle for his birthday. (Not a full sized one, but a smaller one.) He begged and I said, “NO, NO, NO!” Well, I think Jack felt guilty about being away from home and how it bothered Keith so much he thought we should let him have it. You had to be 13 to get a license for it. Bless our hearts! I was so nervous about it! He seemed so small to be riding that bike! SO, I followed him everywhere he went for three weeks until he could handle it pretty well. When we bought insurance for it Melvin Mourton helped me feel a little better about talking to Keith about how to roll off it if he got into a situation. He rode it for maybe a year until he wrecked it one day coming to our shop at the airport. He got into some loose gravel and couldn’t control it. He ended up with a broken arm!

At 17 years old, Keith got his first car and drove all the way to Fort Sumner, New Mexico in one day all by himself!