Loveless on the Gamboa Road
chronicled by
Dick Shobe
She pulled her helmet off and her hair fell down to her shoulders and I fell
in love. I jumped on the bike, put my arms around her and away we went. I
was "head over wheels" in love. In no time we were came on to Ft. Clayton where
the guys sometimes stopped to pick ginups near the gate. I was praying that
I'd see them. I was couldn't wait to give them a big wave as we cruised past.
It was not to be.
We, all to quickly, arrived at the Gamboa road. She stopped. I got off. We
said Goodbye. I watched until she disappeared around the bend.
Loveless on the Gamboa road.
Does anyone in the Boys and Their Scooters Club know the Harley Davidson Lady?
During the years we rode the train to school the guys often hitchhiked a
ride back to Gamboa. We would gather at the road that ran between the Balboa
Train Station and Albrook Army Air Force base and wait for a ride. I was the
last to get a ride on the day I met the Lady on the Harley Davidson. She came
around the bend. I showed her the traditional hitchhiker's thumb and she stopped.