As a kid, my parents brought me up probably much like Don Doman’s parents. Mom and Dad taught me to never brag.
I think that pretty much explains why I have never shared with my readers that my high school counselor, Miss Gertrude Hansen, informed me that based on her observations of my skill-set and my test results, she thought I was destined to become an inventive genius. She also told me the only reason I made it through high school was my gift of gab.
Miss Hansen advised me that my accumulated graduating GPA of 2.47 should in no way discourage me from becoming an inventive genius.
With that small amount of background, it should not come as a surprise that I have invented my own go-green, electric motorcycle conversion system. Yes, Joe Boyle is going green.
I am willing to brag because as our Washington State governor, Jay Inslee, who is running for president, has stated; “climate change is a defining issue.”
I figure if I pull this off, my invention will not only help mankind, it will help me gain fame, admiration, and fortune which could then catapult me into office on the Lakewood City Council.
Check out my innovative motorcycle electric conversion. It is so simple, I am surprised no one else ever came up with the idea.
Don’t get too excited. I will admit, I have not yet garnered enough fame and admiration or fortune to run for Lakewood City Council.
You see, my idea needs more research and development (R&D). I have a couple of problems.
Problem #1: The Hells Angels will never go for it.
Problem #2: Why just this morning I planned to ride my electric Harley over to Topside Coffee Cabin in Steilacoom to meet my buddy, Jimmy Howe. That’s Jimmy Howe, not Jimmy Hoffa. I was only able to make it to my neighbor’s driveway before the 400′ of electrical cord ran out.
Joe,
Anticipation . . . and payoff, that’s the essence of comedy as revealed by Mel Brooks. In reading your article, somehow I just knew your electric motorcycle would stop of its own accord.
Actually I think you are on the wrong track. I think your bike is too big. How could fourteen-year-olds drive it on the center line? On the good side, it would be easier to see as scooter people drive down the wrong way on any street.
Would training wheels deploy in gravel? I think that would be the defining adjustment for your divining genius.
Don
p.s. Did you invent the saying, “I know Howe . . . I just don’t know when.”
D
Joe, The motorcycle would need a small Bose broadcast system, so it could still sound like a Harley. Don’t forget to add that.
Joe,
I see you cleaned up your living room for the photo opportunity. You might want to keep the flattened cardboard box under the bike since you cleaned the floor.
I KNEW it – and still the punch line caught me and made me laugh so hard. Thank you for a good start into my morning, Joe. Maybe you just invented the mile-long-cord for motorcycles – and found a way for people to become more neighborly again. By knocking on a door every mile to plug in at a different electric outlet.
Susanne Bacon,
Great idea. We could call it Motorcycle Relay. It might sweep the nation. Home owners could have a little sticker near their front door with a picture of a motorcycle and electric plug-in to show they were Motorcycle Relay friendly.
Joseph Boyle
Joe, don’t give up! You’re sooooooo close!!!!