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First bike my Dad owned. I remember the distinct sound. I could hear him coming home from work - I would hurry outside to try to catch him before he put it away. I was too small to ride on the back, so he would sit me in front of him, kind of between the gas tank and the seat. I remember holding on to that gas cap, his big arms on either side of me. He would ride around the yard, up and down the hills - it was so much fun! Later he would strap a helmet to my head and take me for a ride "around the block", which out in farm country was probably at least 3 miles
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Sometimes, as he was putting it away in the cellar, my knee would bump or scrape the door frame. I remember not wanting to say ouch - for some reason I thought I might not get more rides.
His second bike was the Honda 360. By then I was big enough to ride on the back. Here he is in the front yard - waiting for me
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I miss my Dad.