My Pa's Motorcycle

     The first time I remember wearing this helmet riding on the back of my Pa's motorcycle was in the early 70s when I was 8 years old.  The wind, the smells and the freedom of being on the back of his bike was the best.  I remember getting enough courage to look around his, what I thought at the time, massive shoulders to see how fast we were going.....65 miles an hour!  Wow.