Dont think I would be into bike like I am if Dad didnt have me on the back.
I toured the back roads of my state when I was young as 4. Dad used to hook two of his belts together and strap me to him
. Then I remember the Kaw H2 it had a sissy bar and a place to hold on.
To this day Dad and I will ride somewhere cool and he will say you were here in 1976
I was born in '70.
Mom tells stories of prying my hands from the handlebars so she could change my diaper.
Yeah I think its worth it.