I returned from my seafaring days in 1962. After a week making pea box's I got layed off and found a job with Montgomery Wards in their repair facility. This place was really big. I started out prepping refrigerators and freezers for delivery. I was working with a Mexican kid named Rich. We got along real well and had fun no matter what we were assigned to do. When it got quiet prepping, we were sent out to deliver anything that had been repaired at the center. We covered the whole Bay Area, so we put on lots of miles.
One day our boss asked if we could start crating a bunch of mopeds that needed to be sent somewhere. The crates were pre-assembled, sort of. Kind of like crate kits would be more like it. Anyway,we started crating these things, and there were lots of them. I guess we started running out of time to get the job done. The boss asked if we could come in and work on a Saturday with overtime. You bet we could.
The next day was Saturday. The guard at the warehouse was waiting for us when we got there and checked us in. After a few hours, and we were making good time too, we thought it would be fun to ride these things around the warehouse. It was dead quiet in there. We were alone with acres of concrete floors. We got some gas from the shop and we started having moped races. Great fun. Did I mention that these things required oil to mixed with the gas? We didn't do that. So when the engines seized, we crated them up and gassed the next two for another lap. Who in there right mind would send two young guys into this huge warehouse with mopeds and no supervision? We got them all crated before quiting time and about laughed ourselves silly.
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