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Discussion in 'Photos' started by runpet, Aug 19, 2017.
My dad on his '73 XLCH.
N Ga mtns. 73 TS185.
Dad on his MR250
My dad farmed and ranched. With that he looked at motorcycles as a tool. He used the old Hodaka Road Toad to check and move the cows and strapped a rifle scabbard to it when it was calving time. I’m not sure that he ever looked at a motorcycle as it could have been used for enjoyment. He bought me and my brother a Honda XR80 to help move the cows.
Over time I have had a couple of road bikes and I have really enjoyed them. When my dad was alive he never seemed to understand why I would ride a bike when the car had a heater and a/c.
I wish I had a pic of him with the old Hodaka.
My parents on their Lambretta, Yorkshire, England in the late '50's.
Trying to read this thread without having tears in my eyes. Failing.
Nice thread. I'll have to look for more old pics but there's a few below. My Dad has finally given up riding (although I have my doubts) at 71 and after the big C stole one of his peepers. He's a mechanic by trade and loves anything with an engine - my got to guy for help with the bikes!
His last bike:
With another of those funny bikes:
Far left and joining me for an 800km ride on our V-twin tourers...
Helping out changing batteries in the TPMS and tyres on my Connie
And having his arm twisted to take the Ten for a quick strop in full safety gear
My dad passed away a year ago today.
My dad wasn't very good at it but he liked putting around.
When I was in high school we moved to S.D. so we had to retake our driving test.
Dad just could not ride through the cones and turn within the lines, The officer finally said " Forget it , I 'll just give it to you", Dad said " Does this mean I can ride my bike?" The officer said " well , that's what the paper says"
Dad's only trip out of town on a bike was in 1987 to the Motocross Des. Nations in New York. He rode on the back of my Venture with me, we camped every night and had a blast!
Out in New York some where he leaned up and said " I'd like to try driving for a while" I stopped and told him that from the back seat that I can not help hold up the bike.
He never ran anything hard in his whole life so when he let out the clutch he shifted up to second within 10 feet and the bike was bucking and we were weaving from side to side, he some how got it stopped and said" I don't think I want to drive anymore"
I was out for a ride in 2014 and stopped by home to call dad [ I don't have a phone] and see if he wanted to meet me at a hamburger joint for lunch, He said sure, When I got there he wasn't there, He was never late to anything, I rode out to his house and he was still sitting in his chair, he had passed away.
Dad riding work (school teacher) RAAF School Penang, Malaysia 1976.
My Dad really wanted to ride the dirt bike with the kids so we put his oxygen tank in a small backpack and off he went. He was 78.
Something I'm sure those kids will never forget. Making memories....
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This is dad and I in mid 80s taking a couple of my aunts a ride. Dad was in his 50s. He still has that yellow beast, I have moved on. Second pic is early November of 18, he had to take brothers bike out for a spin, just had his 85th birthday.
My dad in the early '80s on his 750 LTD. When he retired in 1980, he bought this, his first bike in probably 40 years.