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I recall those weekends where my father took us on his motorcycle all across the city, that black with chrome color details shinning against the sun, sometimes just there without that shinning because of the sad gray clouds. Waking up on Saturday mornings by hearing that big roar knowing it was going to be a great day, just waiting to ride across the city listening to that 80´s rock n roll music with the black helmet on and the adrenaline just getting higher and higher as the speed increased, that incredible feeling that you couldn´t find anywhere else. Nothing could my father and his motorcycle neither the cold temperatures nor the wild winds of the city. Every weekend there it was my father full of excitement just waiting to be on the road feeling the air hitting his face having the pleasure of sharing the amazing and exciting experience with one of his sons, that was the meaning of a great weekend. My father loved that motorcycle so much that sometimes it seemed to be just another family member living at the garage, just hiding under its blanket all week  waiting for the weekend to go out and feel the streets. I remember how my father would show us all the new improvements he had made to its two-wheeled vehicle, like if he was just presuming his fourth son. Looking at my father riding was just like seeing a little boy who had just opened his first Christmas present, he was such full of life sharing all this positive emotions. He was a really good rider, he had rode every kind of two wheel vehicle, sometimes you could see him ride through the dirt on the mountain paths, or sometimes just filling the sun on his face riding through the highways depending of its mood. Rainy days were the saddest, the motorbike was just standing there all by it´s self waiting for the rain to stop and the sun to come out just to feel again that joy and happiness it was used to. Always after the ride we had to clean up the motorbike for the next day, to just gear up and get on the streets, hoping that it didn´t rain, so it could still get those chrome details shinning against the yellow sun. My family loved that bike, thanks to all the incredible moments we had with it.