BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 165
hell. Rex Riddle came riding down the street on his red Sears Vespa motor scooter. This
huge man was riding a dinky little bright red scooter with an automatic tranny, looking
like a toy beneath him.
Rex parked and stood talking with us. He stood a good seven inches above me,
and I think I was the tallest guy there. He wanted to go to the party, too, but we all knew
better than to let him drive his scooter. First, it wouldn‟t keep up with us on the way to
the party. Second, if he got drunk at the party, a virtual certainty, he‟d be sure to get
stopped on the way home that night. A DUI at that time meant a $100 fine and a night in
jail. That‟s it, but we didn‟t want Rex to sleep it off in jail. Nobody wanted Rex to ride
with them, either. He‟d take up the space of two guys, at least, and might even damage
the springs in the car with his weight.
So, who‟s gonna be the hero?
Alright, you there, the foxy little blonde in the pale blue sweater. Yes?
Uh-huh, that‟s it. Exactly. Bill Cady will be the hero. By the way, you little
cutie, would you like my autograph when we‟re finished?
Where will I put my autograph, you wonder?
Umm, would you like to have me put it on your cute little ass?
You would? Great! You be sure to meet me backstage when we‟re done here.
I‟m looking forward to it, sweetheart!
Okay, where the heck were we? Oh, that‟s right. Bill‟s the hero. Gotcha.
So, our plans were made. I‟d ride with Rex on his scooter back to his house.
We‟d get his car and he‟d bring me back to Bob‟s Grandma‟s, where I‟d get my car and
Rex would follow me to the party.
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