There was a guy in my school, I think he was a year older than me, who rode a Harley and wore a black leather jacket. They could have used him as a model for “Fonzie”. Black greasy hair and all.
He was not a bad guy but he sure didn’t have all the girls swarming him like in “Happy Days”. He was killed on his Harley. I think he hit some garbage cans.
Was he trying to jump a shark when he died?
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“He was killed on his Harley. I think he hit some garbage cans.”
I’m certainly sorry for this fellow’s untimely demise, but I think your post is a good lesson in the fact/fiction debate.
Hitting some garbage cans just don’t make it - as a story.
Here’s a link to one of the greatest songs of all time: (The Leader of the Pack).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SM_99DtI0tE
Total bonus - I found a funny one, with the Shangri-Las on an old game show with Robert Goulet playing the role of the Leader of the Pack.
Kudos to the lead singer for keeping a straight face!