mikesmith, Thanks a lot for your kind words.
Don`t feel bad, we are in the same boat childhoodwise, my dad used to ride street bikes when I got the "Fiebre" ( fever ) as we call it. But the minute he realized I was "in love with bikes", he sold his Honda CB-750 and never got back to bikes. On top of that, he forbid me from getting one, so I had to get my own and "hide" it on a friends house for ever. It was a Suzuki KE-100, I was like 12. I believe he tried to keep me away from danger, which I respect and appreciate, but, today our relationship is not the best in the world either. I learned that lesson, and today I go along my sons hobbies so I can help them and be there to teach them ( try ) and to protect them too.
A good friend of mine ( My Compadre ), has a theory, "Once you let go an arrow from the bow, its path is hard to be changed, and if you can, it will be just a little bit. Thats what a son/daugther are like after they are born".
Regards, Johnny