I was going through some old boxes at my mothers house and found a picture I thought you guys might appreciate. I don't remember this particular day, but I do remember lots of rides with dad. They were pure joy, as you can see from the look on my face.
My dad loved that crappy old Harley. He was a picture perfect image of wrenching two hours so that he could ride for one. He didn't care though, it was worth it to him.
What I find so funny is that the picture below with me with my boys was taken a year before I found the old picture at mom's house. Damned thing looks staged, and it's not. There I am with my boys in the same positions, on a crappy old Honda. LOL!!!
It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you have. Pure joy, and I hope my boys feel the same about their crappy old bikes if they get into riding.
