At seventy-three?”
And I smile, because they don’t understand. It wasn’t about the Harley. It was about refusing to let fear dictate the last chapters of his life.
It was about showing me that adventure doesn’t expire with age. My debt eventually vanished, paid off piece by piece. But the image that stays with me is my dad, leather jacket flapping in the wind, chasing sunsets on his last great adventure.
Because in the end, that’s what he gave me—not just money, not just help, but a new way of looking at life. And that’s worth more than $35,000.
