A Perfect Trip

A Perfect Trip

The morning was perfectly crisp with the air suggesting a hoodie. I had loaded up the bag last night, and it now stands triumphantly strapped to the sissy. While throttling through the neighborhoods on my way to get gas, I wonder how this trip will turn out. I am not worried per se, but as curious as a child on his first camping trip. Having heard the stories from others of trips of woe and worry, I have yet to experience it myself. This would be my first overnight on the motorcycle as well as the first true ride with my father.

My father is a creature of habit. He does not make it out much past a weekly Menard’s trip, mowing his yard, flipping through the morning paper, and a tour to the Big Cow for a buffet dinner. It surprised me, to say the least, when I received the call and he asked, “What day are we leaving?”, this being his response to the suggestion of a trip on his birthday months before. “Ummm, the sixth, I stumbled,” and with that, it was decided. The next month and a half I spent getting the bike ready for a three day trip across two states with my father, a man whom I had, admittedly, not spent a considerable amount of time alone with in my youth.

Back to blog

Shop Chopper Parts