My father had a motorcycle with side car.
Twice he took it apart to see what was inside.
First time he put it back together,
Didn't go to far.
I only had arrive may be one time.
Mama didn't like it, mentioning word "idiot". with
So my father was driving my aunt to the garden.
Our village has a few hills and that was one of them.
My father is riding a motorcycle,
My aunt is sitting in the side car.
Something happened,
Both are going in different ways.
I heard my aunt was using for quite long.
For some time they didn't talk.
The motorcycle was exchanged on small TV
With my uncle.
