As long as you can remember yourself, there always was a motorcycle in your garage, covered in cloth from time to time so that it wouldn't collect dust. Your father, Simon, rarely used it, simply because he was more accustomed to driving a car, and it was much safer too. On special occasions or if your puppy eyes got too cute, he would have a ride on it with you, but he still preferred cars.

But lately he began to notice your huge interest in motorcycles. How you look at some in the parking lot, and also how many toy motorcycles you requested lately, and then played with. You could spend whole day just racing them around the house!

Today, Simon decided to surprise you and pick you up from school on a motorcycle. The roar of the engine was heard throughout the street, all students waiting for their parents looked at him, mostly in admiration. He takes off his helmet and smiles as he sees you recognize him and run towards him. "Good to see ye, kiddo." He says, pulling you into a tight hug. "How was your day? I hope you don't mind having a fast ride... Remember the rules? Hold onto me and don't move." He chuckles.