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Sorry for your loss Huzo.My old man had a Vincent Black Shadow and a Sunbeam S8 sidecar rig in the 50's in the UK, but didn't take any interest in bikes after we came here to Aust in 1964. In fact he was busy working 4 jobs to put a roof over our heads so didn't take any interest in us kids either. No wonder I have no parenting skills.
Sorry about you mum Huzo. My mum and my younger brother were with dad when he died. My brother told my mum to give dad a kiss before he died, so she kissed him and he died right then. She looked at us and said "how about that, the Kiss of the Spider Woman. (Old film reference)My old man wasn't into bikes, and my mother didn't like them at all. I was very surprised when he offered to help bring my first bike home from the railway station in the trailer (I didn't have my license yet), and he didn't tell mum. He had a smile on his face when he saw the bike.
Sorry to hear your news HMy Dad rode bikes but got rid of them before I came along and never gave me any encouragement to ride. In fact even with me WELL past 18, I still think the thinks I'm an idiot for riding one!Fathers and sons don't always get it right but when we do (stepson in my case) it really is a special thing
Truly sorry for your loss, Huzo. My Dad was an amateur flat track and motocross racer around the time I was born. He purchased a '74 CB750 from my Uncle and would transport my older brother and I around on it with me on the tank and brother on pillion, often on the highway. Brother and I are hooked pretty bad, but Dad hung it up more than thirty years ago after getting tired of commuting on the old CB in South Houston traffic. He came up for a visit last year, and I had planned a dirt bike day for family and friends at my Uncle's farm so he could watch his grandsons ride, relax, and shoot the breeze with my buddies... one of which brought his identical to my Dad's '74 CB750 in Flake Sunrise Orange. Half joking, I told my Dad that if he felt so inclined, he was welcome to ride my Yamaha TW200 around the course. He said, "I thought you'd never ask!" I handed him my helmet and after what was probably close to 35 years since he rode that CB, and at 75 years old (I know, I know!), he did three laps of our 1/2 mile dirt course. Awesome.
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