True Confessions of CB1100 Riders

[The Spaceman_imp]

I grew up in Saudi Arabia. It was too f'ing hot to be fat. When we went barefoot we'd have to scrape tar and gravel from the road off our feet. Or we'd wear goatskin sandles with truck tire soles. My Dad had a still the company gave him to make booze. Recreation consisted of driving off into the desert to Iran, Kuwait, and Syria on camping trips. Our dog stole a few dozen goats on one trip, and Dad had to pay off the local Sheik to keep us out of jail. At the start of the Six Day War a bunch of locals invaded our town and we had to hide in the school gym.

Just another typical American childhood...