I got a lecture from a well meaning but confused friend when she heard that my 21 year old son has a Street Triple that I helped him buy as an 18 year old school kid. I have had my moments, like the time I got a phone call "your son has had a crash and is an ambulance on his way to hospital" (a smidsy on his mint CBX250) and the worst, when I noticed he wasn't in my mirror when he had a VT250. I turned around thinking he had broken down or something and when I came round a corner and saw his bike in the middle of a paddock and a big group of people on the side of the road my heart stopped. ATTGATT meant he had a bruised elbow and a sprained finger and fixing his broken bike taught him mechanics to the point where he is now training as a vehicle mechanic in the army.
He hasn't had an off since then (4 years ago) and has ridden over 30,000 ks on his Street, many of them at speeds Paula Rose would be unhappy about and a fair few on his back wheel. He is my most frequent riding buddy and motorcycling is something that gives us a very special father and son connection. I wonder how many other parents ride with their kids? It's a good way to stay connected with them but also to help keep motorcycling alive, and my son is a far better car driver because he has learned to stay safe on a bike.
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