I must've been 16 or very near it, as I had just gotten my driver's license. Dad collared me one Saturday and said "Let's go for a ride."
I had no idea what the deal was, but hopped in the car. He pulled into the drive of some guy he worked with. I didn't know the guy from Adam's off ox. They rolled open the garage door and there it was:
I still had no idea what was going on. Dad always wanted a Harley, Mom always slammed the door on that idea, hard enough that even Dad wouldn't argue with her, and he wasn't in the habit of hearing "No" from anybody.
When I finally grasped the concept that he intended to buy it for ME, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Thinking back on it, I think it was his way of getting back at Mom for not letting HIM have a bike.
Rode that 10 miles each way to work all that summer and the next, right up until I joined the Navy. Not sure whatever did happen to it, I assume Dad sold it after I left home.
Been a LOT of bikes under the bridge since then...
I had no idea what the deal was, but hopped in the car. He pulled into the drive of some guy he worked with. I didn't know the guy from Adam's off ox. They rolled open the garage door and there it was:
I still had no idea what was going on. Dad always wanted a Harley, Mom always slammed the door on that idea, hard enough that even Dad wouldn't argue with her, and he wasn't in the habit of hearing "No" from anybody.
When I finally grasped the concept that he intended to buy it for ME, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Thinking back on it, I think it was his way of getting back at Mom for not letting HIM have a bike.
Rode that 10 miles each way to work all that summer and the next, right up until I joined the Navy. Not sure whatever did happen to it, I assume Dad sold it after I left home.
Been a LOT of bikes under the bridge since then...