Originally Posted by BobbyG

My dad was not a bike rider but very supportive of my riding.

Two years ago at 85 my dad was facing insurmountable health issues and I had flown back and forth to Chicago to see him. Then one evening on my ride home from the office he called. I answered on my earpiece while riding, but as soon as I heard his voice I stopped and stood, straddling the bike.

He said he had taken a turn for the worse and to fly home ASAP, but that if he couldn't hold out till then he loved me. I missed him by two hours.

The last time I talked to my dad I was on my bicycle and he thought that was swell.