My son is a reasonably good kid. Makes decent grades, Will mow the yard on a semi annual basis... And will come work at my shop to help out when i get too busy if i pay him more than I make in a week... However a few years ago he seemed to become distant, answering questions about what his day at school was like with "ok"... Communication was always as few syllables as possible.. I know this is normal, but I began to worry. Ever seen the Walt Disney's "A Goofy Movie" with Goofy and his son Max???? One day last year I asked my son.. "you know, you will be moving out for College soon. Anything you would like to do with your old man before you are on your own?" His reply was music to my ears. "Yeah, when you go to Colorado in July for the Top of the Rockies Rally, I want to go too." Every July I make the journey on my R1100S from Arkansas to Colorado to attend one of the most enjoyable BMW rally's around. Great venders, Rocking live music, fantastic scenery, and wide open spaces with room to play on twisty roads. My son however has much more experience off road riding on enduro trails than highway miles. And currently was between bikes. We talked about what bike to buy whether to replace his street bike with a larger one, or to get a dual sport. Since I hadn't done dual sport yet in CO. and he had more interest in that type of riding we found him a KLX250. We did some local riding with some of my friends to help him understand how to ride in groups and so he would know what to expect. The rougher trails were more to his liking than gravel roads. A couple pics from local rides... He saved his money, and instead of buying more amplifiers and guitars... He actually spent money on new riding gear... So I knew he was actually interested in going. So now I realized I would have to uphold my end of the deal and actually take him, :) July finally arrived, Oklahoma is flat and hot... Since i only had a week to vacation, we decided to trailer the bikes to Colorado, rather than trying to TAT them. And that gave us lots of time to interact, being cooped up in the jeep, even if conversation was just a one or two word response on his end. My brother in AZ recently got a G650X challenge and his riding friend picked up a KTM enduro, another buddy from Moab would be breaking in his 800GS, and some other friends would be arriving at the rally too. I was really looking forward to the weekend, and was expecting my 17 year old kid to experience a rite of passage so to speak. We stopped the first night in Cimarron Canyon State Park, to camp. A huge storm came through that night, and my North Face Nebula leaked, dripping water on me all night... He however was nice and dry. The next day we made for Paonia, for the rally... A few pics from along the way. We arrived at the rally around noon and got set up. My brother showed up pretty soon after... From the left.. son's KLX250, My Dakar, Brother "AZtwin" and his X challenge, and his friend "Lightfighter"'s KTM.. My kid up by the fence. Friday we got out fairly early and made a loop from Paonia, across Kebler Pass to Crested Butte for lunch, then over Cumberland Pass through Tincup, and then back via kebler again. Some pics of Fridays ride.. We had a great lunch in Crested Butte. After lunch over Cumberland Pass and through Tincup. Got to hang around with many of my online friends Friday evening... He took some jabs during the BS sessions and handled himself quite well and even exchanged a few jabs with wit that took me a few seconds to get the punchline... Sat morning we headed out again with fewer numbers, and some new faces.. We took 133 up toward McClure Pass, then turned on a forest road that went to Colbran, then we took the highway to Mesa and over grand mesa. Gas stop in Colbran Back at the Rally I had hoped he would hang with us, and enjoy the band, since he is a musician, and has his own band... However unlike motorcycle riding that is cross generational.... Music is not. He likes some screaming stuff called Hardcore.... and the Strolling Scones just didn't do it for him. He seemed to have a great time... and on the way home I kept feeling like I was talking to my brother, rather than my son... Not sure who changed this weekend, Me or Him.... But I see him in a much different way.