Ken Yamaha - People, Like New Motorcycles, You Want To Get To Know Better

People Who,
Like Yamaha Motorcycles,
I Would Like to Know Better

Kathy Helfrich is one of the quickest street bike racers.
She won my camper from me, she won my pickup truck,
and even my old grandfather clock.
I've never passed her up. She's one of the fastest women I know.
She hangs out with a nice guy who regrets
not having a bike that can keep up with her.
She says it's all in the mirrors.

I met Karen Clarke at an outdoor garden wedding 19 years ago.
She'd been brainwashed by the "Followers of the Living Grateful Dead."
She rode from concert to concert on her weathered Honda 360T.
I heard her book had sold 5.2 million copies in hardcover.
It's about a helpful little Dutch Unicorn that gets it's horn stuck in a dam.

Richard Eric Nelson owns a chain of battery stores in Michigan.
I wrote him about all the motorcycle batteries he could sell,
if he would just stock them instead of doing special orders.
It took about 6 weeks before his stores had
the full inventory of batteries I suggested he carry,
but now he wants me to pay for all of them.

Beth and Mark Gotts had to leave
Miami really fast for South America (I think).
They gave me a thrashed 1978 Yamaha 750,
and a month old oak futon (with matress).
They once hosted the very best Sun, Surf, Soda
and Skijet bonfire beach play parties.
Then Macon County hired a full-time policeman.

Virgina and Bill Parsons used to be my hip landlords.
When I bought a midget pet kangaroo,
they said I couldn't keep any pets inside the apartment,
due to all the thumping noise.
When I built a plexiglass antfarm,
they said I couldn't keep it outside my apartment door,
due to recently enacted health regulations.
When I got my first yamaha motorcycle,
Bill synchronized the carbs for free.

Manny Mercado introduced me to the extendable universe.
He's seen the Yamaha Perspective Collective
in Accelerated Unification Mode (PC/AUM).
They gave him this unique clarity which nobody else sees.
He can't explain any of his insights,
but he's obsessed with sharing in an open and honest relationships.
It's an expansive feeling of frustration and joy.

When I lost control of my Yamaha Seca 2, it flew over the curb,
loudly smashing into their garage door.
It was totaled less than I was, thank goodness!
While waiting in great pain for the ambulance,
these sweet kids brought me gum and stickers.
They sang in unison and recited psalms from memory,
and tearfully showed me pictures of the pets they'd once had.

I worked for David Turnley for two months as a limo driver.
Dave was open and not opposed to giving me advice.
He taught me about the statistical probability of crashing,
and the concept of mass times velocity equals karma.
Now he teaches Great Lakes Freighter Pilots how to juggle knives.