In 1996 I turned 37. I also spent the winter hanging out at my good friend (and bro-in-law by this time) Rob's garage all winter. Wifey thought I was just hanging around and drinking beers, unbeknownst to her I was actually taking a derelict motorcycle I traded Rob for, plus a matching engine of his that we'd been hauling around since 1982 (also acquired in the trade) and turning it all into one working working motorcycle. Boy was my wife surprised when she saw me tooling around Orting on a motorcycle during my first shakedown ride! Angry too, but she got over it...
Backstory: I high-sided my old motorcycle at the very end of 1985 (with a *really* broken right arm/wrist and multiple surgeries resulting) and hadn't ridden since then except for one stint in the desert in a 3-wheel ATC of Death in 1989 (resulting in a severely broken full face helmet and a standardly broken left arm, no operations required).
Other backstory: When I went to buy my first-ever brand-new motorcycle in 1982, I asked Rob to come with me and help me pick one out. Turns out, that very morning he was called by the San Diego police who had recovered his stolen motorcycle (he had no clue, it was parked when he went to bed and they woke him up with the call). The only recoverable part that was any good was the engine. It was a 3-cylinder Yamaha engine from a 1979 XS750. In 1990 we all moved from SoCal to WA. In the early 90s Rob's boss gifted him a 1978 XS750 that was abandoned in the guy's multi-acre yard, with a seized engine and years of outdoors 'patina'. One day, my 1974 4x4 Dodge truck burned up due to faulty wiring, and the only good parts were the fairly-new tires. Rob asked if he could buy the tires for his van on payments, since we were both dirt-poor at this time and he needed the van to transport his many many children. Instead, I said "Hey wait a minute, that old dead bike you got - isn't that a 3-cylinder Yamaha? And that old engine we've been hauling all over creation for 14 years, won't that fit in it? Let's make a no-dollars trade!" So we did.
Back to the other part of the OP, I couldn't be happier with the ownership of the Dallas cowpies and I hope Jerruh lives as long as I do. I won't care after that, but until then he's a never-ending source of NFL entertainment for fans of all the other teams. Even Bungles fans can say "At least we don't have Jerruh!"
