My wife and I didn’t know if we were having a boy or girl until our son entered this world five years ago but there was always the possibility our kid would end up on a dirtbike. Bikes are in my blood. I don’t know why because there is certainly no immediate family history of riding. As a kid I was fascinated with dirtbikes and wanted one well before I had even ridden one.
After my son was born I thought about the inevitability of him riding some day and as he grew and began showing real interest in my bikes, I decided to start the transition from normal Dad to Mini Dad. The Mini Dad title is usually reserved for overenthusiastic fathers sparing no expense and going to extremes to ensure their child becomes the next Chad Reed. That’s not me which is evident in the choice of bike I gave my son. That said, I reckon we’ll use the Mini Dad thing as a piss-take and to keep me in check. Just
