Fathers and bikes...

First off, happy father's day to all my compatriot dads out there. Anyone have any remembrances of their fathers and bikes. Other than the fact that I am sure he had something to do with picking out my first two bikes as a kid, the Huffy with banana seat, and then the AMF Roadmaster, I really only have one that springs to mind. I remember being out mowing the lawn one fine summer day, my dad must have taken the AMF for a spin around the block and had just pulled up. The elder of the smart-ass Robart kids, who lived on the next street, came riding by and said something, well... smart-assed. Needless to say my dad spun around and the race was on. Being barefoot at the time, there was no way I was going to keep pace, but I set out in pursuit anyway. A short time later my dad came riding back. Not sure, but I believe youth triumphed and the Robart got away, and probably had a good laugh. Remember thinking that I had never seen my dad move so fast though.