As the day started out on a crisp clear Saturday morning and going into a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I decided to do some riding. With school out on Monday, we were planning on dropping our son off at his Grandmother's for the weekend. Well, being the brainiac(tm) I am, I decided to pack him on the motorcycle and take him over there on my way to starting my riding. Keep in mind this is a (just turned on Friday) 9 year old who's riding experience in his whole life hasn't added up to 2 tanks of gas (do the math). I've just kept him riding around the town locally and a couple jaunts to Rockwall and Wylie and such. When we were standing in the driveway packing up the motorcycle, something he said let me know he didn't want to go to his Grandmother's right then and wanted to spend the day with me (probably "I don't want to go, I'd rather stay with you"). Well, we made a deal that if he was good and minded me then he could go with me and spend the whole day with me. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking "oh boy, I'm planning on riding and taking someone along where I won't enjoy the ride". MAN! Was I ever wrong. We stradled the bike and first headed to Target to buy him some real riding clothes. I bought him a long sleeve shirt and some Sponge Bob candy (the little guy needs nurishment) and put the shirt on him in front of the store. After we got set, we headed out to Arlington. I noticed after we were riding down the highway, he was playing around back behind me, but it wasn't like he was disrupting or not paying attention to what the motorcycle was doing. After doing the Arlington thing, we were leaving and about to get back on I-20 from Cooper. As anyone knows who's been there, there's a swooping turn of a ramp that invites bikers to challenge the posting to prove it wrong. Well, I pulled into that turn and without any thought I figured I'd push it a little bit to see what Mike was going to do. To my surprise, I looked in the mirror while I was going into the turn and didn't see Mike. I went to moving to see if he was really back there or if he fell off. He was right inline with me and watching what I was doing without leaning out around me. We came out of the turn and I leaned the other way to get on the highway...there was Mike right inline with me again. Well, as the day went on and we finished up the westside stuff, we heading east. As luck would have it, the traffic shut down just west of downtown Dallas. I stopped for a minute and thought about the situation...and decided to ride "my ride". I picked up my feet and hit the line. I know, I know....I have Mike on with me, but let's just see how he takes to this new cozy riding between the cars. As we rode through there, he didn't budge or say anything. He just sat there watching the cars as we went by them. On a side note, WHAT'S UP WITH THESE BIKERS RIDING LIKE THEY'RE DRIVING CARS? We passed a whole bunch of bikes that were sitting there in that traffic and acting like they were driving cars. That just bugs me. Ok, back to the story. Anyway, after we left the traffic trying to get into Fair Park, I started thinking about going to Grand Saline to check out this computer parts warehouse. Well, why not? Grand Saline is only about 60 miles east of Mesquite and would be a nice ride. Mike was used to riding on hot top highways, so we'll try it. Well, when I got to the 30/80 cut-off, I went 80 toward Terrell. When we were pulling into Terrell, Mike leaned up and said "where are we going?". I told him we were going to Grand Saline and we would go home later. Mike said "ok" and leaned back resuming the "Mike thing". Now, even though 80 is a hot top highway that runs pretty straight, there is a portion that has a few curves...and again, I kept having to check if Mike was still back there. When we got to Grand Saline, we needed gas so I pulled into a gas station and told Mike to get off the bike and walk around a bit. I pumped the gas and he stood right there talking to me. He said "Dad, I'm thirsty", so we made a trip inside and bought a coke to share. When it was time to go, Mike was already on the bike and ready. Some old man pulled up behind us and started making conversation about how young Mike was. Well, as we rode back I found a couple new roads to try out and hit those too. I had been hesitant to run the bike where I was cracking the throttle open, afraid what Mike might do. He doesn't really like the loud pipes (he's just not impressed) and I don't hit the throttle because of the sound it puts out and what he might do to react to the force of the bike jarring under power. Well, when we were coming through Mesquite, I exited onto Galloway and had to ride across Mesquite on Galloway. As luck would have it, I was hitting the green lights perfect where if I adjusted my speed I could make them. The first one came up and I had to gain speed to make it and get around a car...I hit the throttle a bit. When I did, I felt these hands tighten on my waist...not around my waist, just the sides. I thought, "this is just a fluke...he didn't mean to". Next light came up and I did it again thinking I'd find out one way or the other. When I hit the throttle this time, I hit with a little more temperment...and I felt those hands on my waist again. The third (or might've been the fouth time) I got ready to hit the throttle, I wanted to see if he was paying attention to me or the bike. I set up and got ready, but instead of just twisting the throttle, I was going to downshift and give a small jolt. I pulled in the clutch, and "click"...next thing I felt was those hands tighten a little tighter on the sides of my waist like he knew what was about to happen. I let my fingers drop the clutch and BOOM we were gone. I finally turned onto our street and was riding up the road to our house, Mike leaned up and asked "Dad, was I good today?". I thought back about all the passengers who've been on behind me. I thought about all the times I had to struggle with the bike in turns because someone was looking out around me. I thought about the many complaints I had from the passenger about my riding "you almost killed me back there". I thought about the many times I had to tell passengers "HANG ON!". And here's a 9 year old (since Friday) who has no serious time on a motorcycle and rode better than anyone I've ever had on behind me. He didn't complain about my riding. He sat behind me and watched what I was doing without looking out around me. He didn't sit upright in turns, and he didn't lean too far. He didn't complain or have to be told to get on the motorcycle when it was time to leave. For putting about 240 miles on his little butt, he did just perfect. Even though he doesn't like the pipes on the bike...he might turn out to make a good biker after all!