When Sam was sixteen, he was the proud owner of a Triumph motor bike.  It had been stored because it belonged to a solder.  After the war was over, Sam bought it.  Then Sam went to sea.  His brother sold it.  His friend wrote the poem regarding Sam and his motor bike.


You should see Sammy on his motor bike,

He’d be quicker on a hike.

Crash, bang, whallop around the bend;

Hey, Mr. Machanic, here’s a bike to mend.

If there’s a dreadful sight you wish to see, 

Just visit Sammy in the cemetery.


This account is included in my posts called “Sam’s Story” which is a story of my husband’s childhood in England during WW 2. The first post was called “An Invitation to Sam’s Story.” “Aberystwyth of the Hinterland In the hills of Wales Gave safe harbor to an English lad    Who lived to tell some tales.” 


PHOTO PROMPT© Lisa Fox The picture prompt for this weeks 100 word story presented by Rochelle at For more stories sparked by this photo follow the link and click the froggie riding a bike. Thanks, Rochelle.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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30 Responses to SAM’S TRIUMPH BIKE

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Very authentic gallows humour

  2. That’s good fun in a dark way, well done.

  3. James McEwan says:

    The many dangers of motorbikes.

  4. I’m sure Sam would have loved that poem!

  5. calmkate says:

    you sure had fun writing about the likely end of many bikers 😦

  6. Sheena says:

    O I was having such fun until I hit the last line… then crash.. bang… what a wallop

  7. There’s a feisty spirit to Sam’s tale, reminds me of traditional folk songs about daring do and exploits. Nicely done.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thank you. That daring streak is fairly common in teens, isn’t it? It takes a long time to kill it for some folks. For me? It didn’t last long. I remember wanting to climb Pikes Peak one time. Didn’t do it, however. 😀

  8. Dora says:

    Dark comedy, but comic all the same. Loved the authentic flavor of the times.

    • oneta hayes says:

      A read of Sam’s Story shows that he was quite adventurous as a lad. He is still pretty much so. He began tap dancing when he was eighty. Went line dancing today at 92 years old. I had a nap. 😀

  9. msjadeli says:

    I enjoyed your sharing about Sam and the motorbike.

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