We find The Roman Family relaxing @ home. Liz was playing house with her stuffed animals.
"More tea, Momma Duck & Baby Duck?" asked Liz.
"Hold it!" exclaimed Lou, "Liz & Scott are suppose to be babies.
Why are they 5 years old?"
"So you won't go through diaper changes." I said, "Lot of sitcoms had babies become toddlers instantly. Family Ties, Growing Pains, Step By Step, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, & the sitcom that started it all, I Love Lucy, all pulled it off."
"Brilliant!" exclaimed Lou.
Where was I, oh yes! Joe was writing a song playing his electric guitar. Then he saw his son Scott, plug his baby electric guitar into his amp.
"Daddy! Daddy!" screamed Scott, "You wanna hear a song I learned from Uncle Matt?"
Joe stopped & heard Scott strum chords & sing,
"Hey Leo, look Leo. There's a pigeon on your car!"
"Scott." interrupted Joe, "That's a dumb song Uncle Matt wrote.
But I like the way you play the chords. Keep practicing & you'll play just like me."
Joe plays a fast guitar solo.
"When I'm a teenager!" quipped Scott as he strummed & sang "Johnny B. Goode". Then the phone rang, Joe answered it.
"Yeah!"
"Joe, I need to talk to you private @ the garage." said Lloyd.
"I'll be there!" he hung up the phone, unstrapped his guitar & told Lou he was gonna visit Lloyd @ Roman Garage.
Things have changed @ Roman Garage. Lloyd was the head boss & mechanic, Daphne & Jose worked for Lloyd. Joe came over on his convertible as Lloyd greeted him.
"Long time, no see!" said Lloyd as they shook hands.
"Looks like you need a tune-up. May I?" asked Jose.
"Sure." said Joe as they went to the office with Jose fixing his car.
Lloyd told Joe what's going on.
"Joe, Matt wants to enter The Philadelphia 200. He's got a motorcycle racing uniform."
"Matt's an adult." said Joe, "If he wants to defend the family honor, go for it."
"Claire doesn't know." said Lloyd, "Maybe you can discourage him like you did in the Shakespeare play he was in & his music with Leo.
But there's something I should tell you..."
Suddenly, drum music was heard from the tire storage room.
"ANDY!" yelled Lloyd.
Joe rushed over to the tire room & saw a teenaged 13 year old Andy in a suit & tie, playing a drum solo on a 5 piece set of drums. Then he stopped playing.
"Joe!" said Andy in a changed voice!
"Andy!" exclaimed Joe, shaking hands, "You've grown like a weed & your voice has changed! Who gave you the drums?"
"Mom & Lloyd." said Andy, "Keeps me away from drugs & trouble. I may start a band. Joe, will you bring your guitar & jam with me next time?"
"I promise." he said, "To think you outgrew dressing up as super heroes & took up playing the drums. You're growing up."
Andy stripped his suit & tie off to reveal his Spider-Man outfit.
He put his Spidey mask on & played a snare drum roll, crashed a cymbal & played a drum solo.
"Cool!" exclaimed Andy, "I like playing the drums as Spider-Man.
" "You'll never change!" said Joe. Then he heard a motorcycle approaching. Matt was in his racing gear driving his blue motorcycle home. Matt saw Joe as they hugged. Then Joe strangled Matt saying, "You're not racing! Get a job, help out here on Saturdays. I don't want you having any free time!"
"You sound just like Mom." Matt complained.
"Just call me Dad, Bro!" threatened Joe.
Matt got all hysterical saying,
"First you tease me to death when I was in that Shakespeare play.
Then laughed @ my singing & guitar playing. I'm only entering the race to defend the family honor."
"Matt." said Joe dealing with him, "I'll give you $30,000, buy you a trophy & send you on that cruise ship prize, if you don't race!
Maybe you & Laverne can meet again playing bingo."
"Don't bribe me, Monty Hall!" quipped Matt, "It's now $50,000 & a trip to Hawaii! There's another reason I'm entering..."
Just then, a green motorcycle (same as Joe & Matt's bike) entered the garage. Underneath that helmet was a beautiful girl.
"Hi Matt." she said & they kissed long.
"Ahem," coughed Joe as they stopped kissing & Matt introduced her, "Joe, this is my girl friend, Beverly Ryan."
"I remember you, Joe Roman!" said Beverly, "I kissed you in The Philadelphia 200!"
"You're dating a bikini model?" asked Joe.
"Yeah & she's mine!" said Matt hanging on to her, "Joe's married with 2 children."
"I use to be a biker bikini babe." said Beverly, "Now I'm a motorcycle racer. I met Matt when he got gas for me when I was stuck on I-287. We've been dating since. How about taking me out for a pizza? I'll let you drive my green motorcycle!"
Beverly held on as Matt drove her green motorcycle. Lloyd then told Joe,
"I see you already met Matt's girlfriend."
A few days later, Joe & Andy were having a jam session in the tire room. Joey & Andy played their instruments & sang "Twist & Shout".
When they finished, Joe asked Andy,
"Andy, are you gonna be a motorcycle racer?"
"Maybe." said Andy, "But I like playing the drums. You don't want Matt to race, do you?"
"He's an audlt." said Joe, "But also my brother."
"I thought you got along better after that bachelor party outing!"
said Andy, "I hate it when you & Matt act like Will Smith & Carlton Banks. He looks up to you. He's even president of The White Angels fan club on a website."
"Cool!" said Joe, "Hey Andy, I need some practice. How about you playing the drums with these."
Joe gave him a pair of brushes. Andy was impressed that tre bristles were colored red! Andy played a fast beat on the snare drum as Joe played a super cool song on his electric guitar. Joe played a fast solo, chord progressions & another solo.
Up on the roof, Matt & Beverly were dining having a fried chicken dinner. Then Joe came up with a bottle of soda.
"What are you doing here?" asked Matt.
"Matt." he said as he poured soda to each bottle, then stopped, "I thought it over. If you want to enter The Philadelphia 200, you have my blessing. But let me train you."
"Cool!" exclaimed Matt, "But no Karate Kid chores!" he quipped.
For the next few days, Matt started jogging, excercising & driving his blue motorcycle. Joe trained Matt how to motorcycle race.
The time trials occured in The Philadelphia 200. 50 racers vied for the top 24 spots. Beverly was the 35th racer & qualified. Matt was the 49th racer. Matt had a terrible run, but he did manage to get the 24th spot. When he arrived @ the pit, Matt was angry!
"You wished for this, Joe Roman! A bad run & bad time, I'm going to lose by 1!"
"There's always next year!" said Joe.
"I need a miracle." whined Matt. Then a motorcycle crashed along the road as the 50th racer fell off the bike.
"You're in, Matt!" said Joe. Beverly was 19th & Matt was 24th. The day of the race. All the gang was there.
"Where's Matt?" asked Claire, "It couldn't take him that long to buy popcorn."
Matt zoomed on by as his blue motorcycle had a racing number, 287!
"Uncle Matt's racing!" exclaimed Scott & Liz.
"Joe Roman!" scolded Claire, "If he gets hurt, I'm holding you responsible!"
"Claire, he's only doing this to defend the family honor."
explained Joe.
The Philadelphia 200 started, a 65 lap race on the streets of Downtown Philadelphia. Matt, Beverly & the other 22 racers were off!
On the 29th lap, a crash was heard. Then the announcement was made.
"Biker #287 has crashed!" Claire strangled Joe by the neck killing him.
"I beg your pardon, I meant biker #278!" Claire let go of Joe, "Don't worry, Claire Roman!" quipped the announcer.
It was the final lap. Beverly was ahead of Matt. But Matt made his move catching up, hoping to win. Matt & Beverly were neck & neck as they both reached the finish together! The judges studied the photo carefully. After the victory lap, Beverly & Matt took their helmets off & kissed. That caused the judge's affect of the announcement.
"Ladies & gentlemen, Philadelphia 200 history's been made, we have a tie! Our first female winner, Bevery Ryan & defending champ, Joe Roman's brother, Matt Roman won!" The crowd cheered.
So they each got a trophy, won $25,000 each & got the Hawaiian trip.
That night @ Roman Garage, a victory party was held. Lloyd took a pic of Joe & Matt, each on their own bikes, with their Philadelphia 200 trophies in front. Then they got off the bikes as Joe said, "I'm proud of you Matt. Gonna quit racing?"
"Yeah." said Matt, "Beverly & I may become motorcycle cops. Who knows, maybe Jamal will let me in The Biker Dudes."
The White Angels played that gig & for the 1st time, they wore regular clothes, instead of their white tuxedoes. Matt & Beverly were dancing to their music.
After a song, Joe announced, "I like to do a song Matt & I to a music video a few years back.
But I need some help. For the 1st time, The Roman Brothers will be playing together with The White Angels. Playing the drums, Andy Roman!"
Andy went over to Eric's drums. Eric stood by his tympanis.
"And playing guitar & lead singing with me, Matt Roman!"
Matt stood next to Joe, strapping his red guitar, while Joe had his Washborn brown sunburst guitar. Joe instructed the band about the song.
"1-2-3-4!"
The band played a rock beat with Frank & Bart being a horn section. Joe & Matt played their guitars & sang together,
"We have some Kawasakis & we drive so cool.
Always wear our helmets, we're not no fool.
We speed along the freeway going 65, Never do drive, but we love to drive.
Yeah yeah, think what you you like, We're two guys who drive a bike.
Yeah yeah, tell all the others, Don't you mess with The Motorcycle Brothers!"
Joe nodded to Matt as he played a 40 second guitar solo. Then Ralph had an organ solo, Bart's sax solo, Ben's vibes solo & Frank's trumpet solo, each lasting 30 seconds. Joe played a 40 second guitar solo, Andy & Eric dueled it out playing a solo for 40 seconds on their percussion instruments. Then Joe & Matt put a finish to the song. Joe & Matt shook hands.
Matt & Beverly had a good time in Hawaii. They went sightseeing, attended a luau feast & drove watercycles. Even Matt surfed the waves.
At the hotel pool, Beverly was sunbathing as Matt was in his swim briefs.
"Where's my tunks?" asked Matt.
"Matt, you promised to wear the swim briefs." purred Beverly, "I think it makes you look heroic."
Matt got upset & chased Beverly as she dove in the water. Then Matt dove in to, chasing her all around the swimming pool. Matt caught her & told her,
"Crew's Ship deja vu! I love you, Beverly!" as Matt & Beverly kissed long in the pool.

THE FINAL WHITE ANGELS BIOS:

BART'S BIO:
(Tenor Sax solo) I'm Bart Smith, The
White Angels other horn player & only
black member of the band. I've been
playing saxophone since I was 10
years old. Played in many bands in
my life. My hero's Clarence
Clemmons, Bruce Springsteen's sax
man.

JASON'S BIO:
(Pops Bass Guitar Solo) I'm Jason
Herkemer, bass player for The White
Angels. I started playing bass when
I was 9. A friend taught me how
to pop a bass. Then I rapped &
played bass, thinking I could be a
rap star. It failed.

RALPH'S BIO:
(Organ Solo) I'm Ralph Andretti,
The White Angel's organist. I've
played a double keyboard organ
since I was 8. As an organist, I've
done everything from playing for my
church to playing eerie tunes on
Haloween. My greatest honor was
getting to play an intermission
set @ a Flyers hockey game.

And those are The White Angels!

FRANK BRANDIS: Trumpet & Leader
JOE ROMAN: Electric Guitar/Lead Singer
BART SMITH: Tenor Sax
JASON HERKIMER: Bass Guitar
RALPH ANDRETTI: Organ
BENJAMIN SANDERS: Vibes
ERIC HUNTER: Drums/Tympani


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