First A Son, Then A Friend, Now A Brother.
So the other day my son comes up to me and says he wants me to take him up the the motorcycle dealer to look around.
The discussion continues and we delve into the pros and cons and whatnot.
I tell him as a father I have to let him know that it isn’t practical to own a bike.
But, as a biker, I have to tell him, that all the negatives don’t mean diddly!
So first lets paint the picture.
My son is an adult. He lives in my basement. He has no drivers license. No vehicle of any type, and very few “personal possessions” of any notable presence.
So naturally, when he says he wants to go up to the motorcycle dealer and LOOK around. I figure why not. I’m always willing to troll around the bike dealer just to LOOK around.
So there we are LOOKING around having ourselves some hearty enjoyment perusing through the isles of iron.
Coming and going. Him occasionally going off on his own way, and I in kind doing the same.
Then what to my surprise, I’m called into the dealers office to discuss INSURANCE???
INSURANCE??? What are you talking about?
Yes INSURANCE. The finance company won’t finance your son for his new bike unless it has full coverage insurance.
And then there is this;
My Son’s New Scoot!
And there it be. Sitting next to my own. In my garage. With my son giddy as can be, upon his first vehicle, determined to learn to ride.
They grow up so quickly.
Forgive me if I cry a little, sometimes there just aren’t words.