Dad was right

When I was eight years old my dad bought a used Suzuki 250 dirt bike. I think it was partly because he wanted to hang out with his friends. But it was also because of what he got in return - freedom. A little time for just him that no one could take away. Shortly after his purchase, I got a Yamaha 80. We used to ride together on the weekends. We had tons of fun. We were as close then as ever. It was a great time in our lives. My dad taught me a lot about riding when I was a kid, but the bike taught me about freedom.