Dad Knows Best
February 18th, 2010 by admin
My son and I had always dreamed about a long motorcycle trip down the west coast of the United States. When he turned 18, I decide the time had come to fulfill the dream. We went shopping for all the essentials, including a pop-up tent and some new leather gloves. When I picked up some motorcycle goggles, he laughed at me, saying I looked like a big dork. I laughed back at him and told him that I would prove him wrong in the days ahead. Around the start of week two, he flagged me down and ask if we could stop to buy him some similar goggles.