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Old School – Thinking of my father.

I remember as a kid how my brother and I would get frustrated as dad would lift the kick stand and go riding off into the distance on a Saturday or Sunday morning. It was not until years later, when I felt the much needed urge to ride. That I understood why he needed that little getaway.

I smile as I remember the good old days. My dad had some great machines.

Yes dad.. I get it now.. Thank you for introducing me to motorcycling. I love and miss you dad!