Just kind of rambling here.
My dad, at age 74, lost his battle with cancer Saturday night.
A lifetime of 2-3 packs a day finally caught up with him, lung and throat cancer. Surprised he made it this long.
We have had a tenuous relationship over the last 20 years, mostly because of my mother and or other family issues and I hadn’t seen him much lately.
The one thing my Dad gave me that I love is riding, and with that thought I went to see him last Thursday, against my mother’s wishes. Just a shell of the man I knew, that cancer stuff is so devastating.
We had a good visit talked about riding – bikes. Never told him before, but when I was learning to ride the “big” street bike (Superhawk) I had dropped it while trying to turn around. The HD engine bars did their job. I think he knew anyway, after all it was his pride and joy.
I have had motorized 2 wheelers for as long as I can remember. I learned to street ride on his HD/ Honda 305 Superhawk, the same bike pictured below. All his riding buddies had Harley’s; he could never afford one though. His buddies would give him any parts they pulled off. Yes that is a bagger windshield and saddlebags, lights etc. My brothers and I all have Harleys, and quite a few of them too over the years. What he lacked we made up for.
We had a good visit, and when I left we left on good terms.
I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me, that is something we never did in the last 50 years.
2 days later the plug was pulled and 2 hours after that he was gone.