The Dad’s Trip

Apr 01, 2013 View Comments by

the dads trip-wpI don’t spend a lot of time with my dad. When I was a kid my dad was always very busy providing for our family so spare time was rare. On top of that, our interests have always been very different. He is a classic man who likes to hunt and fish and play basketball and baseball. I, on the other hand, don’t have the attention span to sit in a boat for hours, or to wait in a tree until a deer shows up. I was also really small as a kid, so being competitive in traditional sports with kids my age didn’t really work. I embraced extreme sports such as snowboarding, BMX, and rock climbing so even when we did have time to hang out, finding something to do together that we both liked was hard. My dad did have motorcycles before he was married, and I know that he loved to ride. In fact, he was the one who introduced me to motorcycles by getting me a Kawasaki KDX 80 when I was in 5th grade. So our common tie could easily be motorcycles, except for one problem, money. Bikes are not cheap. We have all chosen to have a passion for an expensive hobby. During college, I didn’t ride at all. It wasn’t until I stabilized a bit that I could afford a bike again. I bought a Husky TE610 and set off for three months in Central America. That trip was the beginning of a new life mission: to explore the world via motorcycle. I came back from that trip with a new view of life, and I wanted to share the experience with everyone, especially those I love. I called up my best friend Nick and we decided to do a “Dad’s” trip. After everything he had sacrificed and done for me, it was now my turn to give my dad a much-needed vacation. I rented a KLR 650 for my dad and the four of us spent a weekend in Tennessee and North Carolina doing something together that we all enjoy. At the time, I was counting dollar signs in my head trying to manage paying for everything, but in hindsight I would be willing to have paid double for that trip. The point of this story is, get out there with your dad (or mom, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, friend, or whoever you need to spend more time with) and ride. It’s not easy to do. It probably won’t come naturally, but if you put in the effort, it is well worth it. The memories you make on a bike are the slowest memories to fade away. Dad, we need to rent that KLR again soon!

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Commercial fisherman to pay the bills. Adventure Rider for the smile on my face. Documenting it all as proof that anyone can live this dream.