The Bikes and the Years Between If my last post was about the simple joys of an SL70 and my Dad, this one covers the four decades that followed—a period where motorcycles became intertwined with my life, marriage, and eventually, the long pause of caregiving. It all began when I traded my 1962 Chevy II […]
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My father’s philosophy was simple: If you don’t know how to keep it running, you don’t deserve to ride it. He treated the SL70 like a rolling textbook, and the first chapter was about routine over reaction.
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