Saturday marked 16 years since our Dad passed away, and Saturday I spent the day with two of my brothers doing something Daddy would have loved.
Dad loved motorcycles. He took me to piano lessons on the back of his Honda 500 when I was in fourth and fifth grade.
I learned to ride when I was 16 on a Honda 60 that was almost too tall for me.
The summer after my freshman year of college, I bought a bike…
