NOT MY DAD. MY MOM

eah, that surprised me too. I had been pleading for a mini-bike for some two years — an eternity to a 13-year-old with ADD — with all the resolve, like any 13-year-old chasing their dream, of a Trudeau seeking re-election. It didn’t look to be going very well. My father hated motorcycles – absolutely hated ’em – refusing to even acknowledge my plaintive “I wanna mini-bike.” My mother… well, like all mothers of a now long bygone era, just