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.