When I first met George I told him that if he ever got my daughter on a motorcycle, I would go up to Cornell and rip his arms out of their sockets. He responded, “Yes Ma’am”. Now he is driving my grandsons around on a motorcycle and still has both arms. I love that man.
I watched as the boys took turns riding with George on a course around the front and back yard. It was hard to tell them apart in their matching motorcycle garb except that Owen is a bit taller in the saddle. Owen was very serious about riding.
When it was not his turn, Cam would stand perfectly still waiting patiently. That is the only time I have seen him displaying patience.
George is most safety conscious and the boys all have full gear, including safety pads under the shirts.