It's unusual to be writing about a Mother here but mine was Very Special to me in the biker world. She and my Dad both rode back when Harley's and Indian's were the bikes of choice. The 30's and in 40's after the war ended and Dad was home.
I was in a Motorcycle accident in 1968. It was so bad she couldn't handle seeing me for several weeks without trying to pass out. That was on my second motorcycle. I pretty much fully recovered. Several years later I decided to ride again. She was the only one who stood up for me, she even helped me finance a bike. That was 37 bikes ago.
Mom, God Bless You. You can ride with me the next time I'm out. You will be missed. A Lot. She was 99.
I was in a Motorcycle accident in 1968. It was so bad she couldn't handle seeing me for several weeks without trying to pass out. That was on my second motorcycle. I pretty much fully recovered. Several years later I decided to ride again. She was the only one who stood up for me, she even helped me finance a bike. That was 37 bikes ago.
Mom, God Bless You. You can ride with me the next time I'm out. You will be missed. A Lot. She was 99.
