Perhaps I am one of the few lucky people who get to say that they taught their Dad how to ride a bike. Okay well, a motorcycle, but still.
At age 67, my Dad decided about a year ago that he wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. He signed up for the Motorcycle Safety Foundation (MSF) course, but during the riding portion the temperature soared to over 100F and he (and a few others) had to walk away from the training for safety’s sake. Thankfully, the class organizers let them return at a later date of their choosing.
Fast forward many months later, and my Dad was back at the class and doing great. He scored a 100% on the written exam and passed the riding exam with flying colors! I was proud of him for sticking it out. In hindsight, the class might have been the easy part; finding a bike for him was another matter! We went together and looked at many different makes and models until he finally found the bike for him – a 1996 BMW R1100RT. The bike had been lowered and had everything that he was looking for.
Just a couple of weeks after owning the RT, I decided it was time to encourage him to ride. He was a little apprehensive of the bike, but I assured him that he would feel great once he was on it. I rode the RT over to a closed-off parking lot and started giving him a refresher of his course. Less than 15 minutes later – feet up and he was away! In between taking a couple of short breaks, he rode for almost an hour and a half, practicing braking, figure eights, left and right turns, and the list goes on. In fact, he did so well that he rode the bike home!
It was a great night of fun, and I am proud of my Dad for trying something new and adventurous later in life. I’m also proud of my Mom for letting him! Lastly, I am thankful for the memories that I have, knowing that I helped teach my Dad how to ride a bike!