I remember the sound of the bike starting.

I remember the pur of the motor.

I remember pulling my helmet on over my head.

And getting on the back of the bike.

I remember holding on to the back of the seat.

I remember taking off down the road.

I remember the rumble of the engine.

Even every dip as we went around a curve on the road.

I remember the warm sun and the cool breeze on my bare arms.

But my favorite memory is yet to come.