When I turned 16 I told my Pa "Now its time for me to ride your bike" to
which he replied "that is my bike, you ride your own". Of course I was
still living under my parents roof and I had to wait two more years,
move out on my own, and purchase my own motorcycle. I did, and would
ride back to their house and show them my bike. However, my Pa was
dying of cancer and I never got the chance to actually go on a ride with
him, me on my bike and him on that Skyway Blue FL.
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