It was july,I was on vacation .My son kept bugging me about maybe wanting to get his motorcycle license when he attained his driver's license .Hesitantly I said okay ,but I wasn't going to buy him a bike we could just rebuild the old rebel in the building .When I pulled it out he said "I don't know Dad the things in pretty rough shape ".I said "well it'll be a good project for us to work on through the winter "Liittle did I know for the next two weeks on my vacation I would be tearing down a bike and rebuilding it from the ground up because my son couldn't wait till winter. My son obtained his learner's permit and we rode our bikes to my step dad's house .The look on his face was priceless . We had made a few changes . The paint color and turned the bike into a bobber but he was very excited to see it running again.
The next day as a nervous father watching his son ride his motorcycle we set out on a five-hour trip across the Blue Ridge Parkway where there will be a day I will never forget nor will he....