I remember my father, Ralph and I going to my father’s neighbour’s house to feed the cat while they (the neighbours) were away. And then Ralph and my dad showed me the neighbour’s motorcycle, which was, according to them, a vehicle of some beauty, majesty and power. They spoke at me in great detail about the motorcycle, highlighting little details and expressing their joy. Until that day I had not known at all that my father had any interest in motorcycling.
-18 June 2016
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