Hey Robert, ya know, my Dad and I have never ridden together (on different bikes). That's kinda sad too, considering that we had a motorcycle shop in the family and had been around them nearly all my life. But, by the time I was old enough to ride on the street, HE wasn't doing any riding on the street. I remember 2 occasions that I DID ride with him on a motorcycle though. The first time I was young enough that I sat on his lap, while going down the road and on the gas tan, when we stopped. That ride was on an Indian Brave. The other time I remember was when he was to lay out a "Lime Run" one Sunday (I was in my early teens) He operated the motorcycle and I threw these small paper sacks of lime down ever so often, to leave a trail for the others to follow. We were on a BSA Shooting Star (I think they were a 500cc twin, not sure).
Only took my Daughter on a motorcycle one time, that I can remember (it had been a very long time before I was able to get another one, after I had gotten married, we just couldn't afford one). I had worked a buddy's Yamaha 360 Twin (I think it was a 360 anyway) and, when I got ready to take it for a spin, Karla wanted to go and so I found a helmet and loaded her up. Funny part is, as we went by another buddy's house, his wife was outside and I stopped to see what she wanted. She started chewing on me for having Karla on a motorcycle and said, "I'll bet Brenda doesn't know you've got Karla on there!" I told HER, I'll bet YOU are WRONG and why don't YOU just CALL her and TELL HER Yourself!"
And, she DID!
Brenda told her right quick that she KNEW Karla was with ME, She KNEW that Karla Had on a HELMET and that I had made sure of THAT AND SHE was comfortable with the fact that I knew how to ride motorcycles quite well and she needed to be concerned about her OWN family!
YEP, I remember to this very day, that Brenda turned her every which way, but loose!
I was kinda glad that she hadn't gone up to our house to tell Brenda, she'd have sent her packing right quick.
