As I zipped up the last zipper, and put his helmet on.... he was off like the wind. My dad and Wyatt were off on a Harley ride that would cause me to bite every nail I had off. They were going to ride to Tiller and have lunch. My dad had taken Wyatt for little rides here and there but never one of this caliber.
Although Wyatt was fully armed in all of his leathers, I still thought that I was going to get sick. The thought of my Bubba on the back of a Harley for such a long trip, made me nervous. The roads to Tiller are winding and run right beside the river. As my dad assured me that Wyatt does awesome on the back of the hog, I still was leary.
Wyatt had waited for this day for a long time. The day he got to prove to his mom that he WAS a big boy. He thought he was such a stud! I have to admit it he was pretty darn cute! It was a perfect spring day. He was so excited he could hardly sit still. As soon as Grandpa gave him the ok, he was on the bike and off he went, with the biggest grin ever!
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