It’s my Dad’s 60th birthday today so I went with him and my Mum to the local marina for ‘lunch’.
Why ‘lunch’? Well because it was really a ‘going to the marina for lunch but only so we could go to the pick-up location of the surprise Harley Davidson Trike Tour without him getting suspicious’ kinda thing. My Mum even chucked in a sly “Hmmm should we go to the marina or King’s Park?” to throw him off the scent.
My Dad hasn’t been on a motorbike since 1982 when he had a massive crash. He was hit up the rear by a car, went flying in to the road, and then went under a bus. Lovely.
I didn’t think until we got there that he might actually not want to get on the bike. It’s been many years but the accident changed his life forever – he could no longer work after because he was so badly injured. He was in a lot of pain and to this day, still is.
The aftermath of my Dad’s accident wasn’t very fun for my Mum either; she had three kids under three, one of whom was dying, and now she had an injured husband and bugger all in the way of income.
But he got on.
And because it was a trike, so did I! Woo! High fives all round.
30 minutes of pure awesomeness followed.
Zooming up the coast road was just amazing. Though the bit where the biker (as opposed to bik-ie) let go and waved his arms in the air was enough to make my Dad’s already weak heart go a little fluttery. But hey, you don’t argue with a man the size of a brick shit house, dressed head to toe in Harley Davidson gear, with tats all over him and a handle bar moustache (If the guy hadn’t have been so stereotypical I would have felt a little jipped).
He really enjoyed it and it didn’t make his heart explode, which is great because I gave him a voucher for a flying lesson!
Happy 60th Birthday KC, break out the pension card!
Crossing off #4 on my Thirty before 30 list!