My dad has a motorcycle. I am pretty anti-motorcycles. We are in Arkansas visiting my parents for a few weeks. We pulled into town and it was a GORGEOUS 74 degrees! My dad decided he was going to take his ride for a ride. He, of course, got Dallin's attention when he started it up!
He begged me to let him go on it with my dad. I decided I had better call Scott before giving permission. He said it would be ok. So we found a helmet and....
put him on the back of the bike and.....
my heart did double time as I watched my baby ride on the back of a bike....
and then it went into triple time...
and I almost cried....
but then they came back....
and there was NO wiping the smile off his face... And then my heart rate went back to normal...
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Wow. You are brave. I haven't let my kids do that yet....but Grampa doesn't bring his motorcycle here. Look at Grampa's face. I think he enjoyed it just as much as Dallin!
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