I read something the other day that made me realize that I am not a good brother. It’s not the fact that I pounded his head into the ground at an age that I should have known better, It’s the fact that it took me this long to get him on a motorcycle.
I did not end up riding a motorcycle until I was 32, and I fell in love with it immediately and I’m just sorry I did not get started earlier. Now my brother is emailing me craigslist ads for used bikes as he tries to find his first bike, and I realized I failed him for not helping him with his motorcycling sooner.
I just wish we all had more money, in this case money would solve a lot of our problems.
Here’s to hoping we have a productive summer!