Saying good bye.
Today I said goodbye to a very special motorcycle. This motorcycle was my grandfathers first and last Harley. Was the first motorcycle my wife was on. Was the first motorcycle that all three of my kids got introduced to riding on a motorcycle. The motorcycle that I passed my test on. The first motorcycle that tried to kill me. Little back ground. My grandfather was always a Goldwing man. This is my grandfather, uncle and me cleaning his Goldwing. That Goldwing was the first bike I was ever on. My grandfather was involved in an motorcycle accident and it ended up saving his life.. after his recovery it was time to look for another bike. He had a few friends that where giving him crap as good friends do about what bike he should buy next. There where few that joked he should get a Harley.. they all laughed it off. Later that week off my grandfather and I went to look for a new bike. Talk about my surprise when we stopped at a Harley dealership. We walk in the doors and t...
