It was high enough so that it wouldn't impede my pedaling. Since there was a freewheel inside the front axle, I wouldn't get beat to death by the peda... spin."It looks fine. What do I have for a power source?" I asked."I put in a 12v small car battery. It isn't in good shape so you are going to need to replace it. I did charge it so you can get an idea of the speed it will do. Now the motor is off an electric scooter. I welded that drive wheel on. It might not be perfect so expect some. .”“I didn’t know, Kara,” I said softly, realizing that what she said about Mom and Dad was exactly true and her revelation of HER mom was revelation of a different depth of sorrow.“It happened, Tara. I went through the loss, and I locked myself in my room and cried, then it came to me that wallowing in the loss was not honoring her memory, that she didn’t want that. That’s when I got my violin out and played, and I promised myself that I would play like she was watching and I would play so she. Chatok pakhir moto amar mukh er bhetor jiv dhukiye boudi amake bohukhon dhore kiss korlo. Bujhte parlam boudi bohudin por aj notun kore jouno sukh pete chaiche.Ami ektu ektu kore boudir sari khule dilam, er por blouse, tar por petticoat. Ki opurbo sundori ek nari amar samne bra ar panty pore dariye achhe. Koyek mohurto obak hoye takiye roilam boudir dike. Matching kora lesh deya lal rong er bra ar panty. Mai duto boudir mukh er cheyeo forsha, dekhe mone hochhe bra fete ber hoye asbe. Sahosh. We gave each other a big hug then she held me at arm’s length. ‘My God! You have grown!’ she said. ‘You were about sixteen when I last saw you and looked all gawky with long legs and no tits. You have changed.’ We went in and met the Pastor of Mom’s church at the crypt. Standing there waiting were several other people. After the short service we all gathered outside and as they all were giving their condolences I explained that I had amnesia from the accident and didn’t remember anyone. My.