The Amazing Bruce - Part II

Trey and Bruce’s friend was Shane McCloud, the preacher’s kid. The three of them got into many scrapes together, one which included a motorcycle that Shane owned. None of the three were old enough to ride the motorcycle on the streets, so they rode it in the alley.


One morning they decided to ride to Toot-n-Totem via the alley to get candy. Trey was driving, Shane was on the back and Bruce was walking. On the way home Bruce kept saying, “Hey guys, it’s my turn.” “Come on, it’s my turn.” Over and over Bruce kept repeating his plea while Trey and Shane drove up and down the alley passing by Bruce taunting him as he walked and they rode back to Shane’s house.



Finally Bruce had reached his limit. He grabbed a stick off the ground and as Trey and Shane passed by for the umpteenth time, Bruce jabbed the stick in the front spokes of the tire and sent Trey and Shane tumbling head over heels with bike and bodies everywhere. Shane jumped up off the ground screaming, Trey scanned Shane in horror looking from head to foot for any sign of blood. Finally Shane screamed with passion, “My Pushup got dirty.” Relief flooded Trey. Trey picked up the motorcycle and the three of them walked the rest of the way home.


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Years later Bruce was getting ready to leave for a year stint in Portugal with the AIM program. The family gathered the last week to bid him farewell. Bruce pulled out his ten-speed and rode up and down the street, reliving his childhood. As he made one last pass down the street he decided to cut across the neighbor’s driveway and pop one last wheelie over the curb. As he ramped the curb, with the bike in midair, out popped the handlebars, leaving Bruce on an ‘out of control’ bike headed toward the sapling cypress tree at full speed. The bike lurched at record breaking speed from right to left with Bruce’s arms flaying and his feet trying to gain some sort of control. Finally Bruce’s leg wrapped around the sapling cypress tree and he and the bike came to a stop. Bruce’s eyes were as big as saucers. Bruce’s leg was scrapped from knee to shin. Bruce’s face broke out in a big grin, ‘Yep, he still had it.’



II Kings 9:20 The lookout reported, "He has reached them, but he isn't coming back either. The driving is like that of Jehu son of Nimshi--he drives like a madman."