Among my earliest memories is my Dad and motorcycles. When we moved from New York City to Arlington, VA about 1973 my Dad had a 360 cc Honda (blue I think) that he used to commute toWashington DC. About that time he bought me a helmet so I he could take his 1st grade son for rides. I loved it. I felt so confident in the pilot that I wasn't scared at all. Later, we moved across town and Dad owned a larger Yamaha (750 cc's I think) with a nice cowling and a pair of sweet headers. One summer, he took me on a ride from Arlington to Harper's Ferry, WV. We leaned in and out of the turns on the mountain roads along the way.
These memories rushed to the surface again this week when my Dad posted this picture on his Facebook page:
Some 35 years later, this 65 year old guy looks just as cool and I'd love to take another ride with him.
