Originally posted by flyboy
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<phone rings at work>
Dad:"hey why dont you come by the house for dinner... and bring your bike."
Me:"Uh... sure.. ok." <confused>
That evening I rode over and parked in a driveway, then decided to take a nap, leaving my keys in a 'conspicuous' place. As I drift off to sleep I vaguely notice the sound of a K12 hitting 8000 RPM as he tears down the street. I drift off with a grin on my face.
The next thing I know my mom is whistling, indicating that dinner is ready. I stumble down the stairs, still cleaning out the eye boogers. As I sit down to eat, I notice dads not back yet.
Me: "Where's dad?"
Mom: "Heh he's not back yet." as she gives me THAT look.
Me: "Hmm.. ok. Hope he's alright"
15 mins later...
"VROOOOOM!!! VROOMVROOOMVROOM!!!!"
I bite my tongue, as I know whats going to happen next.
So, he comes in the kitchen entrance (through the garage), still wearing his jacket, helmet in-hand, and wearing an ear to ear grin.
Me: "Have fun?"
Dad:"Huhhuhuhuuhuhuh." Trying his best to imitate Beavis & ********... mind you he was 60 at the time (2004).
So, he sits down to dinner and we didnt say a word about it. I knew what was going on in his head.
Next Day...
<phone rings at work>
Me:"Hey dad!"
Dad:"Hey... guess what I did."
Me: (chuckle) "what color did you get?"
Dad:"Blue. GT."
And the rest is history, with my uncle following suit a couple of months later.
oh... I'm also "Ruune" on i-bmw.com as well. I think I've posted the same story there. We usually do the Texas Hill Country Rally, but I think I'm going to miss it this year
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