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My ride yesterday got me to thinking about my Dad. I thought the world of him, and always wanted to be just like him. He gave me my first bike for my 5th birthday; 33 years ago. I've rode all kinds of bikes on all kinds of roads. Road across the U.S., Canada, and England. I hold alot of precious memories in my mind. But the one memory I hold in my heart, is the day my Dad waved me past him on the interstate to take the lead. As I creeped by him on his left, he gave me a "Thumbs Up" and a big smile. I've never felt more like a "Man" as I did that day. That was the day my Dad told me he would follow me. We lost him two weeks later.
I'm just wondering what your best memory might be.
I'm just wondering what your best memory might be.