Now it's my boys with posters up on their walls, though I will admit to having a few up in the garage...
Colin has always been fearless since the first day he started riding on the PW50 at age 5. Scares me constantly while I'm watching him, the way he charges after it. He is interested in tips for improving his technique and follows direction. He wants to be a better rider every time he goes out.
I think it won't be too many more years before he is outrunning me.
Something that I've noticed over the years is that neither of my boys have the deep attachment for motorcycles that I have. Once we are home again, they go off and I am left to unload and put everything away. They do not lavish attention on their bikes and indeed treat them as another piece of their lives; an appliance. I am saddened sometimes that we have made their lives so rich with experiences that many extraordinary things are taken for granted. Conversely, to this day I cannot walk through my garage without looking at, speaking to, sitting on or polishing one of my bikes. Perhaps I am the one with the problem. Oh well.... after I post this, I'm going to walk around my desk and sit on my office-gixxer for a while and consider this issue some more.
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