It’s hard to believe today marks the 2 year mark since my father has passed away. It’s wild to think about how fast time comes and goes from us. I guess I had a lot of time to think of him today when I was working on his motorcycle today, as many of you know we took a beating down here in Florida. Out of anything I own in this world, The most important things to me are my Shelby GT500 and my fathers Triumph Rocket III Roadster. My only concerns during this storm were those two things. During the storm my sister came and told me that the motorcycle tent was getting blown away. My heart sank, the only thing I could think about was my fathers motorcycle. I ran outside as fast as I could only to watch the wind blown the tent over and take the motorcycles with it. The only thing that came to my mind was please let the motorcycle be okay. All of the other motorcycles were damaged, and pretty beat up, fairings broken etc. However the Triumph made it out with minor scuffs, and one small dent on the front tire fender. In hindsight it was a miracle to me. At the time my GT500 wasn’t with me, it was at my Ladyfriends house. A tree had fallen right next to it. I’m not one to say my Father was looking out for me, and the things we loved. However my house never lost power, and relatively managed to come out damage free. The fact the tree missed the GT500 makes me so happy. I guess maybe for me it’s my way of holding onto him and thinking maybe he’s still watching over me. This one’s for you pops, you will always be my bestfriend. Thanks for everything you did for me, and continue to do. Cherish your loved ones gents, you never know when tomorrow may not come.
