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I'm not sure what made me think about this all of a sudden, but as much as I LOVE riding I thought, "man Im really gratefull my dad took the time to make motorcycles such a big part of my life as a kid!". Most parents nowdays are so protective of their kids, they cant do anything slightly "dangerous" much less learn to ride a motorcycle. Im so glad my dad wasnt one of those parents. He let me get banged up, bruised, and bloody nosed, when he felt it was a necessary lesson of life so I could grow up to be a stronger person for it. I know he never would have let me do anything exceptionally stupid that would have gotten me seriously hurt, but he knew where to draw the line. I think that is what a big problem today is. Kids are WAY to sheltered, and dont grow up learning one big lesson, which cant HURT. One thing I can say when I was growing up, a lesson in pain usually was followed with a new found respect for whatever had dealt that pain out. I've gotten a little off topic so...sorry. Anyways I think most of the people on this site are probably lucky to have had that person in thier life that let them live a little "dangerously" and throw a leg over that motorcycle for the first time as a kid, and I salute each and every one of them. One thing I know is this, if and when I'm blessed enough to have kids I plan on passing that love and respect for motorcycles on to my childeren......... while all the other parents talk about what a horrible father I am!      






Well put there vman82. New age parents don't realise what they're doing to their kids!!! Not allowed to eat dirt, worms or play in mud puddles!!! When I was a tad younger it was a "little" dangerous to throw a leg over - still is I still talking about motorcycles????? lol Shit, strayed right off the topic there, yep I reckon they SHOULD teach them about motorcycles it may give them a bit more respect for the people who do ride!!!!!

Sounds like we grew up a lot alike. We learned to change the oil and Fix a flat tire. We knew how to adjust the chain and brakes. He said if you can't take care of it, you can't ride it! He did that for every piece of equipment we used, and we grew up knowing how to do things for ourselves. Take our car in to get the oil and filter changed HA! HA! HA!

P.S. My kids (girls by the way) are grown and can do all that, because I taught them what my Dad taught me. you're right.....DAD'S ROCK!!!

Very true, my dad taught me to shoot as well, taught me to respect women, always clean tools and put them away once I'd finished with them, he told me, "Buy quality tools, look after them, & they'll look after you", and he was right. A few times I've bought cheap spanners from the bargain bin and they either stretch or snap!!! My dad was a mechanic, he could work on anything, cars, bikes, trucks, agricultural, but thats how they did it back when he learnt his trade, properly. And he was brilliant, a true "natural", could tell you by listening to a motor that a valve or whatever was about to pack up, tell you which one, & when you stripped the motor, he'd be spot on!!!   They build them like him anymore Cool

Your right, dads do rock,!!

I'm afraid I missed out on all that. Mom divirced my Dad when I was 10 years old. I grew up with a Mom and 3 younger sisters, and poor. My Grandfather was like Dad in my life and taught me much, but most I learned from the "school of hard knocks." When you learn it like that, you seem to remember it longer. By the time I was 14, I had taught myself to chenge batteries, oil and filters, brakes, and check fluid levels because I had to. We had no one else and couldn't afford to pay to have it done. Trying to teach my kids to do the same was an impossibility. I guess they thought Dad would always be there to do it for them. I hope to be there for them for a long time, but I know one day I will not be. My Dad these days is probably my best friend. I usually have to work on his car, too.

Good comments here

In addition to all of things everyone has mentioned here, my father taught, in fact forced us (I'm one of nine kids) to think!  Whenever any of us went to my father with a problem or question, he never gave us the answer.  He made us think it through to come up with a viable solution!  If our solution wasn't a good one, he would then discuss it with us and help us to see a better one.

He also taught us that life isn't fair!  Boy, haven't I found that out!  I actually feel sorry for many of the kids today.  Everyone thinks for them, they are not allowed to experience failure and they believe life should be fair.  Everybody gets a ribbon or trophy just for paticipating!  No, that's not how real life works; there are winners and losers and the losers don't get a prize.  These kids are in for a rude awakening.

My father taught us to be fighters.  When life throws adversity at you, fight hard and don't quit.  I'm sure that's where I got my strength to fight like hell when I was paralyzed twenty-one years ago.  My father will be eighty-four in November and he still travels by commercial airline for business almost every week!  He taught us to hustle!

All I can say is, "Thanks Pop!"  (Yes, I say that to him frequently as I am blessed to still have him around).

Well said!!!

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