Sibling Rivalry "The Ongoing Saga of Two Brothers ~ Part One: The Shed"

Many secrets have been revealed about my husband, Steve and his younger brother, Gabe that would make one wonder how they survived long enough to celebrate their 21st birthdays. Let me just add here that I am so thankful I have 3 girls and only one boy. It has been told for years that these two brothers would race each other around the block on their prided motorcycles. The winner would be determined by who could get to a certain finish line in the back yard first. Then, they would park the beloved motorcycles in a small shed in the back yard and head to the house for dinner. I think the competition just got to Gabe one afternoon (you know how younger brothers are) and he lost all sense of reality. One way or another he would be the winner. It was Easter and the family had gone on a picnic. After returning home their dad unloaded the motorcycles and told the boys to put them in the shed. Gabe's actions are still a favorite family topic to this day. He decided to start a race and carry it a bit further with a maneuver that would go down in infamy. It was to outdo anything Steve had ever done in the past. In this way he would be known as the Grand PooBah of motorcycle racing in Steele family history. Unaware that there was a race taking place, Steve was cruising calmly back to the shed on his motorcycle. Soon Gabe roared passed Steve, making a full loop around the yard. He then headed full throttle toward the shed, kicking up dirt and grass. Steve stopped and watched in amazement as his brother flew across the yard. This is where it really gets interesting, you see the shed doors were open, but only open a foot. Gabe, being the Evil-Knevil he was, had decided he could gracefully twist his handle bars through the shed door and glide right on through. "This will be the best stunt ever, I will show my 'Super Sibling Stevie' what a Real stunt is," he thought. Not being a physics major at 7 he had not figured out that this configuration simply would not work. At this point, I am sure you see where this is headed. As he roared through the shed door the handlebars caught the edge and the doors collapsed on top of him with the sound of a terrible crash. Steve stood frozen to the ground he stood on. He thought Gabe had killed himself! In the next split second Steve threw his bike to the ground and raced full speed to his brother. He pulled the doors off, and there was Gabe, still in the rider position, the only difference; he was horizontal rather than vertical with a wide grin plastered to his face. There was not a wound to be found on his 7-year-old skin. However, Steve was ready to inflict a few after the lecture they received from their dad. As the years have passed and the boys and their father have went their different ways they still stay in touch and have found an awesome way to send pictures and share stories to each other Through Cards. Click Here To Write Me