I come from a Motorcycle background, My Father and his 4 brothers raced and rode them from the 1940's When I was only a few months old I got my first ride sitting on the gas tank of my Dads 45 inch Harley. By the time I was 6 years old I was racing rough scrambles and short track, by the age of 9 I was a Regional Black plate (Expert) and had a half dozen championships under my belt. I do not remember being forced to ride or even being asked to. I do remember begging to go ride about a thousand times however.

Today at the crusty age of 47 i still ride, of cours the racing days are long behind me but the memories of spending time with my dad doing something he loved are still as rich in my mind today as the day they were made. My dad has been gone for many years now. I wish he knew how much I loved those times.

If you truly love a hobbie your child will see this and in most cases will find the magic that attracted you. Your children are just a minature and younger version of yourself.