Scott A. Williams
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My Dad and Me on the Motorcycle
by Summer
Williams
Story first published in Tiger Times, Fall 2007 Every year between the start spring and the end of fall
my dad and I go for rides on his motorcycle.
We usually go for long rides to pretty places like Water’s Edge Family
Campground, Quabog River, and back roads in the country.
Dad helps me
with my helmet. The flag on the back
is a reflector. My jacket and
pants have armor. I wear gloves and
tall black boots. [Photo:
Sheila E. Williams] Each time we ride we wear all of our protective gear: a
full face helmet, a riding jacket and pants, riding boots, and gloves. Before
we leave home we do a safety check. My dad checks the pressure in the tires
and the oil level in the motor. I check the turn signals, the brake lights,
the headlights and the horn. My dad installed an air horn, which is very
loud. The bike is a Honda ST1300. The motor is powerful but
quiet. Not all motorcycles are loud. Dad drives the bike and I am his
pillion. A pillion is the passenger on a motorcycle. I wanted to ride with my
dad since I was about 2 years old but he made me wait until I could reach the
footpegs. We practiced riding at Stony Hill School before we rode on the
street.
C’mon, Dad –
let’s ride! [Photo: Scott A. Williams] I rode to a motorcycle rally last summer with my dad. My
mom and my friend Meghan followed us in our truck. We stayed in a camper on a
lake. My dad is a writer. He has published articles
about riding a motorcycle. Now I have, too! This story © by Summer Williams. All rights reserved. |
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