Nazeeh’s Little Corner on the Web

This is a really cool and inspiring story about Motorcycle riders and how they relate to each other. I hope you enjoy it!

I just got this from my old mans forum, I don’t know how many of you guys can remember your first ride, or just cruising with your dad since… as long as you can remember.Its pretty awesome,even gave me goose bumps…………..

The bike’s passenger seat swept up just enough that I could see over my father’s shoulders. That seat was my throne. My dad and I traveled many backloads together…searching for the ones we had never found before. Travelling these roads just to see where they went. Never in a rush, just be home by supper.

I remember wandering down a backroad with my father, sitting on my throne watching the trees whiz by, feeling the rumble of our bike beneath us like a giant contented cat. A motorcycle came over a hill towards us and as it went by, my father threw up his clutch hand and gave a little wave. The other bike waved back with the same friendly swing of his left wrist.

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