Long Rides

For my father, the scooter was more than just a mode of transportation. It was a symbol of freedom and independence, and he loved the feeling of the wind in his hair as he zoomed down the open road. He often took me along on his rides, and I will always remember the sense of adventure and excitement I felt as we cruised through the countryside, the world rushing by in a blur. As I grew older, my father's scooter became a symbol of our shared love of adventure and the bond we shared. Even when I moved away to college, the scooter remained a constant presence in my life, and every time I returned home, I knew I would find my father out in the garage with his beloved scooter.