Submitted story: A son's memories

The earliest memory I have of riding a Harley is when my dad used to own one when I was around 4 or 5 years old. He would take me riding around the neighborhood and I can remember thinking it was the most exciting and fun thing I could ever do. definitely a treat for good behavior. He wouldn't go fast like I always wanted him to but it was still awesome riding on that hog. He sold it before I knew it for reasons still unknown, and the guy that bought it promptly crashed it. I'll never forget those early days of my life with my dad on that bike.