That's awesome. Dad loved his own bikes as long as I can remember and took a number of road trips while working. On one trip he and the other guys he was with ran into a german woman who brought her bike over here and shared a campsite with them all. The way dad tells it, she mentioned that it was cold and wanted to share a tent and bedroll with one of the guys who didn't speak german. Dad, having finished school in germany, was fluent. When dad told the guy what she was hinting at he was aghast. Dad didn't care....not his problem. Dad had a lot of crazy stories about his teenage years in germany during the war, but even more about what he experienced here after his return. He's 90, and I'm surprised he hasn't gotten another bike to ride this year.
