and thanks to him I got the bug. Ever since I can remember I have been drawn to things with wheels. Skateboards, bikes, mini bikes, motorcycles, cars...
Back in the day he use to scramble but called it quits after a bad crash got him thinking about wanting to see his first kid (me) born... my mom was pregnant with me at the time.
When I was young he and I would go on week end camping trips on his metallic orange Water Buffalo. He use to tie a rope around us so I could sleep while riding on the back of the bike.
My dad was a fireman at one of the oldest fire stations in New England and I remember going into the station with him when I was super young and poking around in the back shop. This fire station was so old that they still had a shop left over from the days when a blacksmith would outfit and modify early buggies to make there own specialized fire fighting equipment. I feel it's experiences like these that ultimately led to me making things with my hands.
Thanks dad, thanks for giving me the bug that I am so glad to have. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree.
Designing and building you a motorcycle now is both bitter and sweet. In one moment it is like you are right there in my mind while I work, the next moment I realize you are miles away and I am sad that your not here working next to me.
I love you dad!
Back in the day he use to scramble but called it quits after a bad crash got him thinking about wanting to see his first kid (me) born... my mom was pregnant with me at the time.
When I was young he and I would go on week end camping trips on his metallic orange Water Buffalo. He use to tie a rope around us so I could sleep while riding on the back of the bike.
My dad was a fireman at one of the oldest fire stations in New England and I remember going into the station with him when I was super young and poking around in the back shop. This fire station was so old that they still had a shop left over from the days when a blacksmith would outfit and modify early buggies to make there own specialized fire fighting equipment. I feel it's experiences like these that ultimately led to me making things with my hands.
Thanks dad, thanks for giving me the bug that I am so glad to have. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree.
Designing and building you a motorcycle now is both bitter and sweet. In one moment it is like you are right there in my mind while I work, the next moment I realize you are miles away and I am sad that your not here working next to me.
I love you dad!
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