You may have heard the story of the Mallard Duck. I named him Ferd.
When I first started dating my wife I was in awe and very formal. I
arrived in suit and tie. I called Fred sir. Sir found out I did not drive.
His Cadillac still had the prices listed. He put me in the drivers seat
and said go to the freeway and drive. No one who dates my daugher is a mouse.
Wife took me to downtown Seattle on the steepest of hills with a stickshift
and said dad wants you to drive. Got out went to the passenger side and sat
as cars behind me were honking. In the end the car no longer had second gear
but I did learn to drive.
Two weeks later I returned no longer a mouse to get to know Dad. He and his
son were in the front yard. Removing the boxes from his brand new Honda 15o
motorbike. Ferd--ah Fred said to me, "What do you think?" I had never been on
a motorbike in my life. My future bride whispered to me, "Humor him. just sit
on it and say how impressed you are." I am six foot three I straddled far above
the seat. I was hitting the throttle when it walked right from beneath me down
a long flight of stairs heading for his parked Caddilac. I avoided this collision
by springing back ala Superman and flying by. I didn't think about releasing the
trottle until I was face to face with a car and had to let the bike go. It went
first and I dived into the spinning wheels. Father in law arrived running to save--
the bike. He and his son hauled it to the garage with a parting word, "Impressive
son, and to think I thought you were a whimp." His son beaming said, "Wow Sis,
you didn't tell us you were dating a professional rider." It later took four stitches
on the knee and the suit was ruined. Fred said, "Didn't like the suit anyway made
you look like a silly goose!" On person to show my manlihood I misspelled Fred's name.
This is how the Mallard duck became name Ferd./dandy
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