I owe alot to my dad -- he got us our first mini-bike when I was 6. Don't have any pics of the ole' Kawasaki KZ75. But when I turned 12 and my feet could barely reach the ground, Dad would let me take his Honda 650 up and down the street. I'm on the Back with my brothers Kraig and Trevor.
He took me for a ride from our home in Apple Valley California to St George Utah one summer on this bike. I remember us getting caught in a sudden downpour and me wearing a pair of cutoff shorts. The rain drops felt like nails at interstate speeds. We took cover under an overpass and put some jeans on. We didn't always have alot of money but he made sure we had a lifetime of memories.
Last time he visited me I let him take my KLR out for a ride.
Thanks for everything Dad