I wish! My Dad tried to keep me away from motorcycles as a kid. All my buddies had them. I started to save up money to get one and he told me that no bike would be allowed under his roof. He angrily explained that only a fool would ride a motorcycle and that they are a total waste of time. So as you can imagine I was not to happy about it. Fast forward 20 years, now I ride because of my Dad. My youthfull dream of riding dirtbikes lives inside me with massive strength. As a life long skateboarder I view the world as a skatepark. There are few things I enjoy more than drawing my own line near and around the actual trail.
I have a pretty good relationship with Dad these days, it took some wacky tobaccy to get me to think diferently about him. Once I put myself in his shoes...we been friends ever since.
Thanks Dad, you made me an offroad two wheel addict!
To all the Dads out there, be carefull in how you discourage things you may not see as good. My son is not growing up with that kind of dictatorship narrow mindedness.
I look forward to teaching my boy how to ride and casting a fishing line into a high alpine lake that we road our dirtbikes too. My Dads idea of bonding was a ride in the c+ar to the BMW dealer for a test drive. Maybe that is why I am a mild motorhead in Diesel mechanics school!